Angel Hosting -- the truth about angels

I’ve come across this more than once. Once on facebook and once now on Sherry’s forum. The idea is apparently that you invite the angels to come and stay with you for five days. In those five days, they grant wishes, and then when the five days are up, you pass them on to three friends. Now, this rang all kinds of false to me. It sits so wrongly with me that I was prompted very strongly to stand up and shout how wrong it was. Someone is spreading lies disguised as the truth and it’s being spread by people who claim to be able to channel angels.

In other words, I reacted quite strongly to it, and my strong reaction frightened me. I had to ask a very good friend of mine why I was reacting that way, and she told me a few things that led me to follow my instinct. I am a harbinger of truth. I am a lightworker. Michael told me this morning when I asked for his guidance that speaking the truth and spreading God’s light is my life’s purpose. So, here I am. I need to share the truth. To dispel the myths being touted.

In doing my research about this ritual, I came across another facebook page dedicated to it. It describes the ritual in detail. According to the page I found, this is how the ritual got started:

“The Gift began with a women named Irma from Germany; she is a medium. The Gift consists of a group of Angels who were channeled to her after she watched the movie "Pay it Forward", which came out in 2000. The movie is about a boy who receives homework from school to change the world. After much contemplation he decides to help 3 different people do something that they could not deal with alone. When he has finished his homework he refuses payment and instead asks them to do the same thing for 3 others.

"Pay It Forward" demonstrated how 3 gifts can multiply and influence many lives. Irma said that these Angels are very special. They were chosen to assist those who choose to receive them by accelerating their personal growth and awareness via their sacred requests. By them sharing the gift of these special Angels with your chosen friends and family, you will take part in raising the consciousness of the planet, "paying it forward," beginning with stating and honoring your innermost sacred desires. The Angels ask you to be ready to greet them and to accept their gifts of accelerated transformation for 5 days and then to send them forward to the next 3 chosen recipients.”

SIDE NOTE: In re-reading this I've decided to add something here. I'd forgotten to note something. She says here that these angels promised to accelerate her personal growth and awareness. This was part of what raised red flags for me. Angels cannot accelerate your growth. You see, your growth is entirely up to you. Angels simply hold your hand along the path. They are there to assist and support. The hard work must be done by you and you alone.

I read this and I’m at once frightened. Whatever came to that woman…is not of the light. Of that I'm certain. Now, I know from experience that there are things out there, very dark things, Satan’s minions as I call them, that will and can and do pose as archangels. I won’t pretend to understand why, it’s a tad beyond me, but I know that darkness wants to gain a purchase in the physical world. To reach as many people as possible. I’ve watched friends get taken over by something calling itself an archangel, posing as Michael himself. They ignore the senses that God gave them, because they allow the doubts satan whispers in our ears to convince them that those senses are wrong. That they’re “confused.”When in reality, Satan is attempting to stop them, stop me even, from spreading God's light.

And my friend this morning said that I’m likely being prompted to post this because someone needs to hear its message. So I’m here to tell you the truth about angels. You don’t need a ritual to call them. They don’t need offerings or candles or anything else. All they  need is for you to call them. Everyone has a guardian angel who's assigned to you for the duration of your life. Some have two, some only have one. I don’t know why some people have different. I only know this is what the angels tell me. 

Your  guardian angel is there for you, for whatever you need. He loves you very much, and you have only to ask. Which is the thing. He’s bound by God’s will and God says that his angels cannot interfere with your free will. So before he can act, he needs you to ask him to come forward. Tell him what you want help with, he’ll gladly step up. Ask him for a sign of his presence, but keep your mind open. He isn’t going to magically appear in front you. An angel will also never prove himself to you. That’s ego speaking, it comes from a place of darkness. But he will gladly give you a sign of his presence, to reassure you that he is indeed there.

What are those signs? You will know. It’ll hit you in the heart, will stand out to you like a ten foot blinking neon sign, but the exact sign itself can be just about anything. Because I’m empathic, aka a feeler, my angels touch me. When I need to feel their presence, I often hold out my hand and ask them to take it. I have to tell you, this is very terrifying for me. It’s very powerful for me to lay my hands on someone, because I feel everything within them. So holding out my hand to something I can’t see, can be very frightening. I’ve experienced darkness, of the spiritual variety as well as the human variety. But I’m never disappointed when I reach out. Archangel Michael is one of my guides. He is essentially my “muscle” but also my guide. I also consider him a friend. Ask him for protection and nothing—NOTHING—gets through, even if your fears manage to convince you otherwise. So when I reach out my hand asking that an angel take it, Michael assures that nothing else steps forwards to trick me. Whether I have faith or not.

This angel hosting ritual also states that the angel stays for five days, from 10:30pm to 10:30 pm. That’s just nonsense. An angel stays for as long as you need him, and he’s never very far away. He will continue to watch you long after you ask him to leave. He will never fully leave you alone, but he will step back. He simply waits in the wings for you to call him again. Mine are with me 24/7. When I shower, my shower is surrounded by them. When I go to the store, Michael travels with me. And so do yours. Your guardians go wherever you go. The only time an angel can act against your free will is when it comes to your life. If it’s not your time to go and you end up in danger, he will step in and take you out of harm’s way. But…how he does that depends. It’s not always an obvious thing, like some stories you here about. Sometimes that dead battery in your car in the parking lot of the grocery store happens for a reason.

The ritual states that you must pass on the angels to three other friends. In reality, you can’t do that. You can ask god to send your loved one an angel to protect them, because it’s the intention that counts. God knows when you ask that what you’re really asking is that you wish to send love and protection and sometimes healing to your loved one. But in truth, he cannot send that angel until and unless the other person invites the angel him or herself. Because again, an angel’s cardinal rule is never go against man’s free will.

The ritual also states that it takes the angels five days to get to the other person. Again, wrong. Angels travel by the power of thought, and they exist on the other side. They are not trapped by the physical world, travel happens instantaneously. You call Archangel Michael and he’s there before you can even finish the thought. Because angels hear our every thought. They know us better than we know ourselves, and so they know you’re going to ask before you do. They’re only waiting to hear you ask the question.

This ritual, I feel very strongly leaves the door open to darkness. That nothing good will come of it. It’s in the very specific ritual and the exact wording of it. It prays on the fact that most people aren’t really sure what’s truth about angels. It’s like church and worshiping God. You don’t need a church to speak to God. Nor do you need a ritual for his angels to come to you and help you. Open your heart. That’s all you have to do. 

Ashe--a personal experience

I got to telling this story to a new friend this morning and decided it was a story worth sharing. My journey hasn’t been a pleasant one. I don’t say this often, but those who know me, know this about me. But…I suffer from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress disorder), due to abuse I suffered as a child. I’ve had it for years. It hit me originally in my twenties, my first year in college. When my spiritual journey began about eight years ago and my gifts began to open, and I slowly began to become aware of the other side of the veil, it set off a trigger inside of me. The PTSD came back with a vengeance. I had a hard time for a few years.

And that’s really only important because I had a friend come to me during that difficult period. I suffered frequent nightmares, my bedroom was not a safe place for me and being approached by beings I could feel but not see was an emotional trigger. Very early one morning, I had a vision. For me, a vision looks like a dream, but it's seen through my third eye. I can feel the eye open and what I see looks different. It's just this side of cloudy, like I'm looking at it through a thin opaque gauzy curtain, you know those see through ones? Like that.

Well, in this vision I see this…very large being. He resembled Shrek in a lot of ways, but with white (caucasian white) skin (okay, and rounded, human shaped ears). He was bigger than my bedroom doorway, had to bend down so he peer into the room at me. His head alone filled the top quarter of the doorway, width and height. In the vision, he was leaning around the doorway, looking at me. I just knew he was real, that he wasn’t just a dream. It's just there, inside of me. But I could also feel his presence in the room. And I wasn’t afraid of him. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, had no desire to hurt me.

Turns out, he’d heard of me. Had heard I was having troubles. I suspect a few angels had something to do with it. But he told me he’d wanted to help me. Now, I’m in tears remembering this. I truly wish I could let someone else feel what I felt from this immense being. He was so loving, so gentle. I don’t think he would’ve hurt a fly. He told me that he wanted me to know that in my darkness I had a friend. That I wasn’t alone. And he told me whenever I was afraid, to just reach out my hand and he would come.

So one night I’d had some very tough nightmares. I used to wake up shaking, in a cold sweat, absolutely terrified. My bedroom was no longer a safe place. For those who’ve experienced PTSD, you know that it’s like being there all over again. So for me, it was like being seven years old all over again. I always used to say that my boogeyman had a name and a social security number. So, I reached out my hand. It took a minute, then I felt him take my hand. I felt a touch as if any of you were to touch me. The warm, smoothness of skin, the hard press of bones beneath the skin. I felt all of it. He had very huge hands with short, blunt fingers. And every night he would sit with me, holding my hand. That’s it. That’s all he did. He’d sit there, remind me that I wasn’t alone in the dark. He was with me until I’d gotten past that difficult period and I no longer needed him, though I don't know how long that was. Then he went as quietly as he’d come. One day he just wasn't there anymore, and I knew why.

I’ll admit I’m very afraid to tell this story. It was a very dark period of my life and I’m very afraid of being judged for it. The doubt demon (as I call it) in my head is going nuts, snarling at me. “It’s not real, you know,” it whispers. Most of us with gifts have at times wondered if we’re not just going insane. It’s like living in a reality you can’t share with anyone else. It’s real, it exists, but at the same time, I can’t prove it. I only know that I’m not the only one who saw him. I also can touch him.

But I wanted to share him, and in telling this story, I’m filled again with the love and peace I feel for him. He was very special to me. What he did was completely selfless. No questions, no judgments. Just acceptance. We never really spoke, except when I told him, every morning, how much I appreciated him. I still have no idea really who he was, where he came from, or how he’d heard of me. I’d always wondered if he did the same thing for other people, other children. In fact, after he left, I really hoped that he did. That others got to experience his beauty. I’ll never know, but he’ll always hold a special place in my heart. I’ll forever be grateful for what he did. He took my horror and gave me a safe place.

A Lightworker's Purpose

You are the flame and they are the candles. And as you pass, you illuminate them. One by one, you light up the darkness.

I don't know who that's from. An ascended master, I'm hearing. It's hard to tell. I'm surrounded, as always, by a large number of them, all mixed together. The image in my head--there are so many of them, standing in a circle around me, that I can hardly see me at all in the midst of them.

BUT...This feels "higher". An angel feels like love, feels peaceful, but he's...higher. I also feel wisdom in him. But...I was reading another post of mine when this came to me, as an answer. Sherry explained to us once that this is what we are. That as lightworkers, we light the candles of others, and he (I keep hearing the name Hilarion) is reminding me of this. I wanted to share it as it explains a bit what we are and what we do and why we are here.

The Meaing of Life

Today’s message came to me in the form of a post I get on facebook. The “God wants you to know” app. Today’s says:

Nothing is exciting if you know what the outcome is going to be.

You keep wanting to know how things will play out, keep asking to see the future. God doesn't give anyone the power to know the future, because life becomes maddeningly boring when you know everything upfront. So, instead of struggling, enjoy the uncertainty - to be alive means to not know.

The angels tell me something very similar. Stop worrying about what the future will bring and live in the NOW. Enjoy the moment. Live for this moment, right here. Be fully present within it and enjoy every precious second. We all worry so much about the future that we forget to enjoy our lives.

Which is what brought me to the real message: the meaning of life. Everybody wants to know what the meaning of life is. What’s the purpose? Why am I here? The simple truth is…you’re living it. Life is a gift. That IS the meaning of life. That IS your purpose for being here. To live. To love. To enjoy. Deceptively simple, right? It’s God’s gift to mankind. Doesn’t seem like much of a gift…until you really look at it. But it usually takes a hardship, aka falling down, before we can see the gift of it.

Some people have harder lives than others and they’re looking at me going, “right. THIS crap is a gift?” Yes. Yes it is. I had a hard life too. I didn’t just fall a lot. I got pushed. And squashed down. So you got pushed down. The question is…did you stand back up? You did. You got back up and you kept pushing forward. It’s what got you to right here, right now.

And in that is the biggest lesson of all—where God shows you how strong you really are. You never know how strong you really are…until being strong is the only option you have. I saw that quote around facebook and it fits. Life is a gift, people. Live it. Enjoy it. Be thankful for the hard times. Be thankful for the good times. Just be thankful. Because I’ve found that when you start being thankful for the small things, you start to really enjoy life. Everything becomes…beautiful. A gift. And that…is God’s purpose for us.

I don't know where this comes from. Or from who. Perhaps it's just joneshia, but I always feel an angel behind me somewhere smiling whenever I pass on messages like this. All I do know...is that it hit me hard. Yet another message I felt an overpowering need to share. I always pray someone gets something out of them. That the message go to those who need it.

Namaste.

Be Yourself

I find myself in a place recently where I realize who I am, and who I have always been. I feel like an outsider in this world, looking in. I have trouble living in this world, in this human world. I’m aware that I’m not entirely from here. And this is why I have always felt like an outsider. I’m quoting something I said on Sherry’s forum today: I find I have trouble knowing how to be "human.” Finding my boundaries in the human world is and has always been difficult for me.

For me, being as sensitive as I am, knowing how to react to something is especially difficult. Because I know that I see things not everybody does. Or, as I asked a friend of mine recently, “How do you stay true to yourself knowing that you see the world in a way most people don't?”

I reacted to something I felt recently. Something within someone’s words. I became very upset by it, and I’m not entirely sure why. And I’m sitting here feeling guilty, scared to death what the other person will think.

This morning I realized that a part of me, deep down, is sad. Because I/she cannot be anything more than who I am. Even if that means I make a few enemies along the way. I don’t mean to. I strive to be polite, to fit in, but sometimes, I stick out and those who stick out, often get rocks thrown at them, because not everybody can tolerate those of us who are different. My angels repeatedly tell me, “You were not made to blend in.” I was created to be that sore thumb. The light in the darkness. Except now, as I go along this path, becoming more and more sensitive ot the world around me, I realize how different that makes me.

I don’t feel alone. Because I know I am not.

But I’m overly aware that I stick out. And that, I’ve just realized, is my message: Be you. Whoever you are. Whatever your path. Just be you. This world needs you, and all of your “weirdness.” If people cannot handle it, then they aren’t meant to be in your life. Stick to those who accept you, but never be afraid to be you. And yes, I’m speaking to myself here. Somewhere, behind me, is an angel, smiling and affirming these thoughts. This is my lesson in what happened. That I have GOT to stop apologizing for being me. And so do you. If you’re anything like me and you strive to never do harm to others, but always feel as if you’re struggling against the wind, then this message is for you too—never be afraid to be who you are.

Changing the world starts with one

"How do we change the world? One act of random kindness at a time." --a quote from from the movie Evan Almighty. Sums it up and what I've been told countless times by the angels. Change starts with one. Just one. Every single one of us can change the world.

It starts with you. Change the world. Smile at your neighbor. Show compassion. Lend a helping hand. Simply because you can.

and spread the light.

Archangel Raphael

I feel Archangel Raphael’s soft presence with me now. He is an emerald green light. Sometimes a shimmer out the corner of my eye, sometimes a flash of color on TV that catches my attention. He is soft, warm, loving. Where Michael is large and immensely powerful, Raphael feels softer, quieter, less intense but every bit as strong. Today he showed himself to me as I was browsing through firefox’s “personas”. It was a flash of color that jumped out at me, then his soft warmth filled me. A gentle nudge.

I feel an urging to give out the message. Don’t be afraid to call on him for all your healing needs. Nothing is too big or too small. He will help you. There are no "silly" requests. It doesn't have to be a physical ache. If you have something that needs healed, he will help you.

You have only to ask.

Namaste.