Remember how in a previous post I talked about Christianity, and how something in me rails against this Christian consensus in psychic culture?  So many psychics talk about Christian saints, Christian angels, and speak of one God.

Well, Sylvia Brown also talks of the Goddess, Azna, who is a powerful mother.  She’s the only psychic I’ve encountered who talks of God sometimes in female terms, but in general when someone dies, she says they have “returned to God”.

I’ve talked before too of how I have experienced spirituality in nature.  I think of God as The Creator, and have also, along the way, incorporated Azna into my prayers over the past fifteen years. 

But, when I went camping and slept on the sparkling-pink quartz and granite boulder by the lakeside in Northern Ontario, this was not God, the Creator or Azna who I slept upon – this was Mother Earth, or Gaia.  I felt her like an infant senses her own mother. 

Recently, since I have started sensing and speaking with people who have passed on, I have called heavily upon the help of Angels. 

Angels are spoken about in great detail in Christian tradition, and I haven’t encountered anything angel-like in other religious teachings.  Most other religions leave plenty of room for the Ancestors, which Angels are.  But Angels are different from spirits or ghosts.  They’re powerful and do great work. 

I hadn’t had much call to really ask Angels to help me before.  If I felt threatened, I’d ask them to guard my bed, but now, it seems we’ve welcomed all kinds of spirits into our home.  They move around at night, our little dog Bonus growls at them, and it disturbs our sleep.  So now, every night, before we go to sleep, my sweetie and I light a candle, call the angels, seal off the borders of all of our rooms with white light, as though leaving a trail of salt.  We ask angels to be posted in areas where we’ve felt a lot of activity (lately spirits have been walking from one room out the front door).  We finish by visualizing the house filling up with white light, like water fills a fish bowl.

We sleep much better this way.  I’ve never spoken to angels so much in my life before now, and I don’t know what we’d do without them.  I think our night times would be quite scary.

Recently, my sweetie asked about two paramedics that used to work at my hospital.  They both died a year ago, together, while working.

While talking with my guide Aries about these two paramedics, the message came through, “They are angels in training.  God called them home.”

You know how, when someone dies, sometimes it’s said that “God must have needed another Angel”?  Before now, I’ve always felt this was a stilted statement, over-Christian-ized, inappropriate to foist upon someone mourning the death of a loved one.

In this case, it’s perfectly true.  In fact, these two were training to be Angels long before they came into this last life.  Being paramedics and all the work they’ve done in the community put them in the ideal position to get experience.  They comforted people in crisis, they helped bring babies into the world, they witnessed people leave their bodies.

You know what?  They are still working.

They are STILL WORKING.  Here.  At This Hospital.  They sometimes ride along with the new paramedics, who are still nervous and in training themselves.  Sometimes people will wake up in shock after a trauma, and see the white shapes above them – these are the angels that I & J are becoming.

They pop into the hospital to help people cross over – those people who perhaps don’t have loved ones right there to take their hand. 

They are helping us is so many ways, it’s so incredible.

And I can’t tell anyone!  Argh!  They were so loved here, they are so missed.  I would love to be able to tell everyone at the hospital how I & J are still working along side them.

And also, how their death was planned.  That was the end of their lifetime.  Their death, so sudden and tragic, sent shock waves through our community.  But it was one of those things that was meant to happen.

God needed a couple more angels, and so he called them home.

Christianity did get some things right.