Angels are everywhere. I mean, they are literally everywhere. I believe they are around us in their usual invisible way, but we, humans, have made them increasingly visible in the form of gazillions of published books on angels, greetings cards, angel art and of course through the many stories of people who felt they have had a conscious encounter with an angel or even multiple angels.

I have read some of the stories people have told about their angelic experiences and I have had my own, and I feel that there is no right way to invoke an angel, see one or be touched by an angel. If a next book published on angels is titled: “Angel Etiquette”, you know that you can walk away from that one. Don’t bother to give it any attention. If there is one Being in this Universe that will take you for who you are and accepts your warts and all – whatever “all” may be – it will be an angel; regardless of how you have addressed them.

The skeptical human realm will probably define this angelic rush as a smart way of making money out of gullible people. If that realm wants to see it that way: fine. There are also scores of others that think quite differently, in that in these testing times we need all the support we can get to take our world and the planet through the current hobble; you may not be surprised that I belong to the latter.

Angels are the messengers of the Divine Male/Female/Neutral; they are our link to the Divine and they are there to help and support us in our lives. That's my belief because I've had had some angelic adventures myself. Here's one:

I'm an incredibly insecure 17 year old and I am a day away to a town in the south of the country with my boyfriend and his rock band. There's a small festival going on with a "The Best Band of the Day" contest and they hope they'd win it. The band members and their girlfriends are all much older - mid twenties -  and we have not much in common. It is a beautiful day, it is warm, the sun shines. We are stranded in the town, not knowing where to go and the band decides to get out of the van, wait outside and discuss with a city map at hand what to do next. We are all sitting on a low wall, I am the last one of the row, and I notice a young woman with short blond straight hair, introducing herself as Karin, settling in next to me.  We engage in a wonderfully happy, humorous conversation. She is so funny and I feel such kinship with her, I can fully relax. When I watch her I notice that sunlight is bouncing of her almost white hair; she is radiant. It is time to get to the van again and after we all get in and drive away I remark upon the friendly young woman joining us on the wall. No one had seen her. I describe her and say that she had introduced herself and she had the same name as I had. Deafening silence. It left me with a strange but wondrous feeling; I felt intensely seen and loved during our time outside but the band members were now convinced that I was truly a weird one.

I feel it is important to live my life in the notion that there is support available for everyone from the unseen realms, angels, the management, the chaps upstairs, or whatever name is going round to describe our personal Spiritual Support Team. They come to me in my dreams, day and night and they speak through family and friends. Let us spontaneously welcome our helpers into our lives without thinking how to get around doing that. Let's welcome them as old lost friends, with open arms and open hearts and give them again a place in our lives. So many people have been given examples of how their Spiritual Support Team has changed theirs, now it is your turn to fully understand and feel the difference it makes to live with or without the Divine spark ignited.

Love,

- Karin Schluter Lonegren

You can schedule a (distance) reading with me and discover who your Spiritual Support Team is. karin@sunnybankglastonbury.co.uk