CHAPTER 4
I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW… WELL ALMOST!
After that “enlightening” moment, their messages became clearer and easier to “decipher”. I somehow can instinctively understand in my heart, what they want to tell thru me, without hearing a voice but simply by feeling them. it can’t really be explained, i can only live it. “Especially in contact with water!” my mentor once told me…
Then, the message becomes even more limpid and clear.
Most times today however, because of the gravity and complexity of the information provided, I just write what they tell me without understanding most of the stuff they are saying, as the messages are now aimed directly for my brother.
that is how he became a total believer. as I was writing about very specific people and event of which I knew nothing about… but to my brother it made sense.
As he too has gifts. one of them is to decipher cryptic messages and tie all the information in a big logical bow which, to only a few initiates, will it make total and unequivocal sense…
Then, on October 8, 2012, something happened that made me believe I wasn’t really just going wacko.
That day, the assistant of Piwie’s walker (yes you read right, my dog has a dog walker as she must be continuously active otherwise, she eats the walls… literally.
And the patio door frame too!
And yes, our dog walker also has an assistant…). Soooo, that day, as she was running a little late, our dog walker’s assistant drove into our driveway with her minivan filled with a pack of barking dogs and bang! She ran into the side of my husband’s spanking new blue Prius of last year who has one of his rare day off: she was in full panic mode when she started to knock (bang frantically would be more accurate a description) on our front door.
« Don’t worry love, it’s nothing major I’m sure (knowing fully that, for my husband, it would be a catastrophe!), we’ll talk to your boss, to the insurance company, maybe it won’t be too expensive? ».
However, as expected, for my husband, it was a calamity (I didn’t know my HUSBAND COULD SWEAR so much, maybe he was a sailor in his previous life?... (!!!).
Later, before “mamzelle Piwie” came back from her forest outing, it came to me to take photos, with my new fluo coloured mobile phone, of the damages on the car to had to my notebook.
Except for the fact that, when I came out of the house, well ... NOTHING!
Well almost. The only remnant that the accident ever took place was a faint embossing which resembled a cross (or was it an angle? Since I had been a teacher and used to mark on creativity more than result, I learnt to approximate…).
Even for the unexplained!
No more (huge), no more smashed side. only something else, some evenly? I have the photos of the aftermath and a witness statement from the stunned but relieved assistant on my fluo mobile phone. and my husband a vivid memory of the before (which he will explained by a distortion of reality due to being overworked, not a surreal event as he is somewhat of a “doubting Thomas”.
Therefore, when the assistant came back still shaken by the incident, she was relieved to see that we could so easily have had the car fixed in such a short time therefore assuming that the repair cost would be minimal. It was that different (as the angelic “mark” was very small compared to the initial damage).
I even immediately uploaded the pic onto “Facethebook”.
At the time, I was so stunned, that I even thought that the car magically fixed itself up, as though its technology was so advanced that it was now possible?
I then went as far as going back to the dealership when I met our sales dude who certified that: “even though our cars are engineered by the best minds to make them hybrids, they are great but not magical, yet!”. They haven’t yet mastered that level of sophistication apparently…
he added that someone from above must certainly have been watching over you that day…
Why is he telling me this? I didn’t even tell him about the angel “seal” on my car…
Later that week, when I met with my medium “mentor”, before I had even made the (slow, bad back remember?) trip down the stairs, the first thing I could see on his notepad was (before he asked me to record him, as we do every time, with mobile’s camera (a little dirty these days, I just noticed, how embarrassing!).
was:
« ACCIDENT, car, PROTECTION from the Angels! ».
But? I wasn’t yet healed, I didn’t fully regain the full extend of my gift’s powers, did I?
Sure, I religiously drank my daily mixture, squirted sea salt onto me before every session [I can still hear him tell me with his cute Cuban accent: « SALE Di MARE... ».
remember how %$# up I was before? I didn’t understand what was really happening to me then.
(However, I remember distinctively telling my “travel companion” that night that we would be traveling to the south that winter).
(to us Québecers, the south represents everything “down there” where it is warmer, away from the hassle of the everlasting winter).
Back home then, as he had suggested, I prepared a little temple, an alter in honour of Archangels Michaël et Gabriel to which I added a peacock feather which represented the “air” element. Let’s just say that, these days, finding a peacock feather is not an easy task.
(at least here’ I don’t know about the States but…).
“Now you cannot find those in decoration shops or at the dollar store dear Vladimir…” but only in “sex shops!” (which, when you think of it, a talisman to the angels now exclusively available in these kinds of shops… The reflect of how low we have fallen as a society?!).
Then you add candles of course for the “fire”, a water fountain with assorted DEL lights (water) [and tons of batteries!] and then you must drink an abundance of my watery-lemony mixture to “lubricate” my gift.
Then, as per my son’s request, I added a little “Jesus statue” where he is suffering on the cross “to absolve us from our sins”. From that point on, each and every day, I “booted” my little altar, thanked the angels for being there for me and for protecting me each and every day as I was still alive… and somewhat kickin’. [mentally saner at least even though the body was lagging being a bit…].
My friend Marie-France even added her touch to my altar (and my now extensive collection of angel ornaments) by giving me angels on a chyme. Therefore, every day, on my way to the bathroom to apply my makeup, it is also to thank them that I made it tinkle! Well from that point on, it’s like my learning curve with the angels went into overdrive!
I even told my Mc Dreamy in his white attire, during my monthly “tune up” following that faithful Sunday, that I had started a “therapy” with my psychologist « GABRIEL-MICHAËL », fact which he duly noted in my file...
Note: I cannot remember if that was the exact name I gave as I wasn’t really familiar with their names to start with. I might look like I know all the angels and archangels who really knows them? We don’t learn this stuff in school anymore!? Imagine now, archangel Uriel which my brother discovered this week. Well, thanks to YouTube, he learnt he too existed!
Well, from that point on, I started to live a roller coaster of emotions with them, almost on a weekly basis. It turned out it was true what I told my doctor, I really did start a therapy with the archangels! you are right again doctor, you are good, lol!
And their number is quite easy to find it turned out...
I finally REALLY wanted to regain my “talents” and they were prepared to actively help me in the process [I would also really like to lose weight, maybe they could facilitate that as well?].
Now, not only the pills had changed but I also was changing in between my ears too!
Because, up to now, a multitude of events had somehow blocked my progression...
Softly then, without too much pain, we undertook the long and sometime perilous task of going back in time, to find the exact events which had left a scar onto my soul.
Not only the various accidents which have left scars on my body or the illnesses which slowed me down. No, here we are talking about those moment which have scared your heart (for life?).
Small and unimportant to some, but they however become and intrinsic part of your life experience, like those balls and chains prisoners used to wear. They are the ones they had to show me.