An Angel Gong

Early this morning I heard a distinct clunk in the kitchen.  Something hit the floor, no doubt compliments of Hei-Hei, our playful tabby.  Later, I discovered it was an inspirational pebble as I picked it up and turned it over.  RELAX.   I smiled, grateful to start the day with a cue to relax and rest in God.  

Later, I came across the word RELAX again in an old angel blog.

Our family had been relaxing on the porch when I reminded a worried loved one that the angels were with him, and to keep on having faith.  With all the challenges, he'd been facing, he really couldn't feel the angels around him, he told me.  

Just then a distinct clank, like a gong, sounded. 

An angel ornament hanging near the front door had somehow struck against the light fixture, giving it a CLANK. And, there was no wind!

 

 As human nature so often doubts the validity of the angel message, we tried to recreate the tone, but of course we couldn't.  

Things did lighten up though, and we enjoyed a good laugh at the timing.  Angels were no doubt delivering a message.  No one is ever alone.  The little plaque beside it was another confirmation: 

Wherever you go, 

whatever you do, 

may an angel watch over you.

Whether we believe it or not, angels are always in our presence.  Sometimes they may appear in physical ways that make them more real, but often they embrace our thoughts with higher inspiration, taking us to a new level of grace and unconditional love. 

Lately, whenever I find myself beginning to entertain a fearful thought, I remember that there are legions of angels surrounding me.  It's such a lovely visual, that a wonderful peacefulness settles over me. 

The Psalmist wrote, "For he has given his angels charge over you to guide and protect you in all of your ways..." 

A closer look at the RELAX pebble revealed the word RELAY beginning to form.   If life is a relay race, it's comforting to know that we can do our best, and then pass the baton to our guardian angel to assure victory. 

 
Enjoy your day with the Angels.


Rae Karen

Fun Childhood Memories: An Angel Message

Shivering at the County Farmers' Market on Wednesday morning, grey skies and blustery winds caused a chill in our sales as Elliot and I hurried from booth-to-booth to buy fresh vegetables. The 50-degree temperature brought back fond memories of brisk winters in Alaska. I realized how much I miss the seasons, and found the cold air invigorating, shaking me awake as I stopped to examine a mason jar, filled with colorful antique marbles.

 

Marbles played a big hand in my childhood. After our dental checkups, Mom treated my two younger brothers and me to a toy at the 5 & 10 store.  Marbles were always my favorite.  I loved looking at the clear glass colors of the purees or cat's eyes.  The opaque agates didn't spark my imagination as much.    

 

Now whenever I see marbles, I smile, reminded of  simple childhood joys.  A signal to make time to have fun and play.

Several years ago, a holiday catalog sported a circular solitaire game of hand-blown glass marbles.  The large marbles resembled a host of planets circling the earth.  My childhood eyes glistened as I placed the order in time for Christmas.  

 

Hei-Hei, our playful cat, knows intuitively not to rock the marbles on the glass coffee table.

 

 

This week another childhood toy took me by surprise.  A 1956 Captain Kangaroo show popped up on my youtube feed.  Just for fun, I curiously watched for a minute, as I'd been a fan many years ago.  

 

What a surprise to see old furry Zippy getting a special intro from the Captain himself! 

 

What were the chances?! I laughed.  I didn't remember  Zippy was on the show.  But there he was. Had he been my inspiration to ask Santa for the chimp that year?

 

Afterwards, I dug out my old lovable Zippy, tucked away in an old box in the closet.  The last remnant of a gift from Santa at age five.  Threadbare, with almost no fur, Zippy still has the little red heart I stitched on his chest as a child.

 

As you can see, he still exudes love and tender affection, the innocence and wonder of childhood.

 

 

I'm not sure why these old memories are coming to mind; perhaps a sign to trust and enjoy each day with the heart of a child.   The angels encourage us to be childlike and find joy in the simple things that come our way each day.   As the saying goes, it's never too late to have a second childhood.

 
Love and peace,


Rae Karen

A Good Way to Start the Day: An Angel Message

I was reminded that in order to hear angel messages, it is important to pray to know that it is possible. BELIEVE.  Angels are God's thoughts of pure intuition always available to each of us when we tune in to receive.   They inspire, guide, comfort, and offer protection throughout our day. 

While thinking about the angel blog, inspiration began to bubble up.  

 

To my surprise, it took the shape of a mug, and an angel thought. When you reach for your morning coffee or tea cup, remember your guardian angel is right there waiting to serve you on this glorious day. 

 

 What a difference it would make to invite your angel.  This comforting thought brings a smile of gratitude knowing that we have angelic support as we begin our day.  We are not alone.  We are in good company.  Awareness of our angels brings harmony into our daily affairs. We find a divine order unfolding the events.  We are at the right place, at the right time, meeting up with the right people. 

 

So why not start your day with a heavenly wake-up cup? It will give you a wonderful lift, and little miracles will occur beyond your imagination. Opportunities to both share and receive love, joy, peace, and harmony. It's worth a try...you won't be disappointed when done with a sincere and open heart. And, ineffable love will come pouring through each hour.

Enjoy your day with your angels.

Love and joyful blessings,


Rae Karen

Love Will Make a Way: An Angel Message

Thank you for your prayers and loving support for Florida during devastating Hurricane Ian.  Every prayer has power and makes a difference.  

As the winds and heavy rain pounded, I found peace in knowing that we were not alone in the storm.  People were praying for us, and hosts of angels were standing by for protection and guidance as promised in  Psalm 91. If I could just keep my consciousness above the raging winds and heavy rain, and reside in the shelter of the Most High.  In the dark, I heard the intermittent song of a tree frog--quacking like a duck.  A reminder to Fully Rely On God, not for myself alone, but all life, the birds, animals, flowers and trees. There were moments of peace as I envisioned the many towering hardwood trees out back joined together underneath a canopy of divine love. And, prayed to know that each person's guardian angel was watching over them and keeping them safe in the storm.     

In the daylight the next morning,  I watched the palm trees bend and sway, bowing down, surrendering to the wind.  A lesson for me to be flexible.  Palm trees symbolize victory.  The heavy rains created a mini lake in the backyard.  A lone sandhill crane paddled by like a duck, but soon the waters receded with no damage to the house. And, the tender sight of the sandhill family reunited in the pasture brought a tear of gratitude as the young "colts" had not yet earned their wings. 

Later, a mourning dove flew in and nibbled on cracked corn by the bird feeder.   The voice of the dove is the rain song.  The song of the mourning dove reminds us that no matter what our life conditions, new waters and new life are still possible.   

A wild buttercup had bloomed, and stood tall after the storm.  A yellow blossom, the color of faith. Endurance--doing our best to bloom where we're planted.  The timing was good because I discovered a mossy-covered black turtle stuck in the fence.  He needed a helping hand, a little push to get going again.  Something we all need to do for each other during these challenging times.

 What a comfort to know that no matter what, we are always in the company of God's angels.  Love will make a way. Thank God.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

A Tiny Jewel in the Sun: An Angel Message

One thing leads to another, and, this morning was no exception.  Recent winds pruned the tall palms, and scattered their dead broom-like branches in the back yard. That's when I noticed the tiniest jewel. A little treefrog glistened in hues of green and gold atop my long forgotten Frangipani plant as it basked on a green leaf. 

So taken by the little frog, I didn't notice the resurrection energy of this once barren plant.  Only a tall lifeless stick when I brought her here in 2020. I couldn't let it go. It had been a birthday gift from a good friend in 2016. Although we lost touch over the years, I tucked it out by the garage, and heard to just let it be. 

I was glad I listened.  The Frangipani had rebounded in an abundant coat of green healthy leaves. Crowned by a tiny little tree frog, smaller than a dime, it was one of those angel lessons from nature that makes perfect sense. To F.R.O.G. it! Fully Rely On God.  A wonderful illustration that faith no bigger than a mustard seed can move mountains.

For fun, I looked up the symbolism of the Frangipani (plumeria) in Nature-Speak.  To have faith in yourself and in the higher forces of the universe and to aspire for more. 

I glanced over at the nearby fountain pool, once the home of the tree frog.  It was teeming with little tadpoles who one day will grow and evolve to rest in their place in the sun.   

 

 Enjoy your day with the angels.   Remember you are never alone.  Invite your Guardian Angel to help you as you go about your day. You'll be glad you did.

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

A Happy Brood: An Angel Message

 

What joy to see these happy little heartbeats at the lake this morning.  Nine fuzzy baby ducklings popped up out of the water to enjoy a breakfast of cracked corn with the flock.  

Ducks represent emotional comfort and protection.  All ducks can swim and have a grace upon the water.  They teach how to maneuver through various waters of life. Ducks return to places where they feel safe and comfortable.   They have an ability to show affection and help us to move through emotional tangles by examining our feelings.  

When I looked up at the sky, a rainbow prism glistened in a wispy cloud. It topped off the beautiful morning with an angelic touch.  I was thankful my guardian angel guided me to bring extra cracked corn. A flock of 14 ducks, and 9 little ducklings were glad I listened. 

Enjoy your day with your angels, and remember you are never alone.  A powerful celestial companion is by your side waiting to lovingly commune with you throughout your daily affairs.  You won't regret the invitation to share the journey with him or her.  The ordinary will become extraordinary.

Love and peace,

 

Rae Karen

Ink Joy: An Angel Message

 Yesterday I discovered Mom's old silver-and-blue Paper Mate pen (with 2 little hearts on it) was missing from its usual place in the sunflower cup on my desk.  This was her special pen she used to write notes to excuse me from school.  I looked everywhere for it, and then had to let it go.

This morning, I grabbed a fat, blue plastic pen out of the nightstand drawer to write in my journal.  As the pen moved across the empty page, the logo InkJoy caught my eyes along with the two little hearts that separated Paper Mate.  Mom's love was still coming through!  It was one of those AHA! angel moments.  The writing instrument isn't important as long as you fill up the blank page in your Book of Life today with joy ink.  

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

Your Loved Ones: An Angel Message

Divine timing always sneaks up and gently taps our soul with a heartfelt touch of heaven just when needed the most.  Yesterday at dinner time, a beautiful LARGE golden damselfly flitted by the sun room window. An extra pair of diaphanous wings distinguished it from a dragonfly.   Immediately I thought of my dear writer friend Joanna who transitioned in 2018. Dragonflies had always been a special sign that her departed husband Jack was close by, watching over her from the other side.  

It may seem rather silly, but I smiled.  Hello Joanna! 

To my surprise, this ethereal beauty landed on the raised arm of the yellow metal bench. Soft rainbow hues danced and glistened on radiant wings.  So close was the beautiful damselfly that I could have reached out and touched her, except for a thick plated glass that separated our visit.  She seemed content to rest on the sun-drenched bench for a spell while we ate our dinner. Joanna and I had shared many inspiring meals together.  And just that morning,  I'd been missing my sweet friend, and sent out loving thoughts and gratitude for our friendship.   

But the best was yet to be.  

When it was time to depart, I watched her flit those beautiful wings, and disappear around the corner. What happened next was one of those unforgettable moments.   I heard the beat of her wings gently tapping on the sun-room window pane behind me. 

Until next time.  I called out. Thank you, Joanna!

 This morning's, daily inspiration in God Calling had a touch of synchronicity. The language of angels.  Your Loved Ones:

"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 the 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 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 ones there become very near and dear.   

In closing, this morning after I'd written the blog, a beautiful turquoise damselfly flitted by me as I opened the back door.  She landed in the driveway by the car on our way to feed the ducks at the lake.  

A reminder that we too can shine today like the light of a dragonfly. 

Love and peace,

 

Rae Karen 

(God Calling by Two Listeners, edited by A.J. Russell)

Good Humor Ice Cream : An Angel Message

 Maybe you remember the Good Humor Ice Cream truck from childhood?  I recall the happy jingle of sleigh bells on our tar paved street. Barefooted, with a winged Mercury dime in my sweaty little hand, my feet flew through patches of white clover and soft yellow dandelions tufts.  Racing my brothers across the lawn, the Good Humor man waited in his crisp white uniform. The coin changer on his belt a sign he was ready for business.  

 Popsicles were my favorite.  Grape.  He popped open the freezer.  A frosty breath of winter chilled the hot summer day as he reached inside and gave me a double grape Popsicle wrapped in polka-dotted paper.

It was worth the wait. 

It didn't take long before my lips and chin turned purple, stained from the refreshing drips of sugary grape ice.

It's funny how special sounds and images of the past may resuscitate old memories.  

A thrill of childhood came to mind several weeks ago when I learned that Happy Howie's Homemade Ice Cream truck visits our neighborhood every other Sunday.  The large white van plays a merry musical tune--my mother's childhood favorite.  "Playmate come out and play with me."  

Over and over the song plays as the ice cream truck slowly drives up and down the many streets serving scoopfuls of joy to the community.  I fondly think of mom and her love for ice cream.

I'll admit several weeks ago, I got hooked on the chocolate scoop. The chocolate was not too sweet, and not to rich.  It was perfect, like a soft fudge-cicle.  

"Freeze your teeth! And give your tongue a sleigh ride!" was the catchy selling pitch my father-in-law created in his teens.  He was selling ice cream on the boardwalk in New York to help support his family.

Yesterday was ice cream day! 

My focus was like background music, straining to hear... 

Is Happy Howie's here?  Will it come?  

I realized I'd become like Pavlov's dog listening for the bell.  In that moment, an angel thought made me sheepishly laugh.  "Do you listen for inner guidance as vigilantly as you listen for the ice cream truck?"

It was an aha moment. I realized the difference. I'd been caught--red-faced. It was true.  My intense desire for ice cream occupied my thoughts, watching and waiting in joyful anticipation.  I expected it to show up.  My ego emotions were charged to receive.  Yet angel thoughts had to work harder to get my attention and keep it.  My vigilance was tepid at times, lacking joyful anticipation.

I was grateful for the contrasting lesson.  I needed to come up higher in my desire to listen to the angels. To expect the angels to show up and deliver the goodness of God throughout the day.

And, something amusing happened with that amazing thought.  

I caught wind of the merry tune. Playmate come out and play with me. BING! The ice cream truck was across the lane, several streets over. 

The timing was humorous, as only the angels can do. But, I wasn't in such a hurry this time...I waited...and listened...

May our feet be winged like the messenger Mercury, as we run to answer the call of our angels. Thank goodness for the patience of our angels and for their sense of humor.   

Love and peace,

Rae Karen

 

Fill Me Up, Buttercup! An Angel Message

Three evenings in a row truculent T-storms have rolled in, dumping heavy rains.   Psalm 91 always brings peace and comfort during bad weather; a reminder that our angels are always with us, so abide in higher consciousness, the Shadow of the Almighty, and rest underneath His mighty wings. God is ever present.  There is nothing to fear.

As I walked out the door to feed the birds this morning, what a surprise. A wild buttercup plant had grown taller and had two blooms.  It was branching out from a tiny crack in the rocks. Her cheerful presence brought a smile of gratitude.

Yellow is the color of faith, and buttercup teaches:  "With proper self-worth, we can succeed in every environment."  A signal to have faith that there is more going on than we can presently understand.

Buttercup holds an energy to awaken us to a new sense of self-worth. No circumstance can stop us from reaching our destiny, from blooming wherever we are planted.  We  have what it takes to succeed. Latent gifts and talents will unfold to help others.  Buttercup heralds a time of healing and understanding.  Our voice has power, especially when applied to healing.  Our words affect all things, so choose wisely for they will have greater influence now.  Buttercup also brings good news.  Opportunities for new life directions are coming to shine your light.  

When I was a child, buttercups were a favorite, growing wild in the lawn.  Years ago, while living in Virginia Beach, I took my prayer angel to a field of buttercups.  May your day be filled with an abundance of happy buttercups, cheering you on to victory. And, remember your precious angels at work to see you through the storms of life.  Now, more than ever before, we need to partner with the angels. And, rejoice in their holy presence.

 

 Love and peace,

 

Rae Karen

Stuck in the Middle: An Angel Message

 I've grown to love these unexpected little touches of nature that bring a spiritual lesson.  

This morning, when I pulled back my office curtains, a baby gecko lizard, less than an inch long, clung to the upper window screen.  

My first inclination was to let him be.  However he entered, he could exit. 

When I saw him there yesterday, I assumed he was on the outside, looking in. Later he had vanished, no longer attached to the screen. 

Early this morning, the little fellow was back again...at the same window, hanging out with my angel ornament; a gift from a friend now on the other side. A closer look revealed, he was indeed stuck in the middle, trapped between the screen and the window pane, in need of guidance. Neither outside nor the inside, the baby gecko was hanging out somewhere in the null-zone, between here and there. 

Curious, I looked up his timely message for guidance.  Turns out, his dilemma was a perfect illustration for a lesson he teaches.   Do what you must in struggles.  

When a gecko appears, opposing energies or strife are already at play within our life.  The gecko signals that we should not be passive.  The situations around us now demand clarity as to how we feel, and how we act.  If we are firm and clear, we can resolve it all.  Otherwise, the stress and conflict will only get worse unless we take action.  

Also, the tail of the gecko breaks off easily as a defense, enabling it to escape from the grasp of a predator.  Eventually, a new tail will grow back.  In other words, sometimes we have to lose our tail to move ahead. We may need to detach entirely from situations or people, if only for a short time.  Sometimes it is necessary to separate us or part of ourselves from others for our own good or the good of others. 

I was happy to help release the gecko.  When the window screen was raised, he bounced into the letter box on my desk. A perfect transport to deliver him back to nature where he belongs. Have a nice life, I told him as he scurried away, thankful for the angel's message to share with you.

Last of all, lizards are about dream-time; a reminder to awaken from a dream of fear and choose to be love. Angels repeatedly tell us fear not. You are never alone.  God has given His angels charge over you, to guide and protect you.  What love messages are winging their way into your life today?

Love and peace,

 

Rae Karen  

Ref. Animal-Wise, Ted Andrews

 

 

Adam's Apple Snail: An Angel Message

 Angels often give us an eye for detail...tuning our focus to the things of nature that teach a silent lesson for the day.  Hundreds of these messages pass by unseen because we're distracted by thoughts that keep us from fully appreciating what is present in the moment. 

Yesterday at the lake, I almost missed this gigantic "adam's apple" snail shell.  Oddly out of place, it clung to the back side of the swim at your own risk sign.  The largest I've seen, and me with no camera, it seemed like a deliberate angel sign to slow down and watch my words today.  Don't let my emotions get swept away, stay silent and centered, and come up higher.  

This morning at the lake  after feeding the flock of ducks and sandhills, I'd forgotten the snail shell.  An angel thought prompted, take a look. 

There it was, still clinging to the sign post after a torrential downpour last night.  

I smiled, thinking of the large spiral shell on its back.  When a snail is born it has a little piece of hard substance, a little circular spot in the center of its shell.  As the snail matures, the shell naturally adapts by wrapping a soft substance that hardens into another spiral layer of shell for expansion and protection.

The spiral represents life, and how we keep going round and round, repeating the same old pattern, but we are not the same as we were. We are expanding and gaining strength with each successive rotation. We are becoming greater than we could understand. Our consciousness is coming up higher. 

Have a peaceful day with the angels.  And, remember, you are never alone.  You are in the presence of God's angels who await just a simple nod to come rushing in with such love and gratitude for your precious life. God loves you. 

Love and peace,

Rae Karen