Books by Michael Dennis:
Teacher*Past Lives*Pets* Spirit Guide/Angel Messages Ascended Master Channel*Author
Acknowledgement. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .5
Dedication. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .6
Preface. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 7
Introduction. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 8
1 A Prophecy from a Seer . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . .14
2 My Second Angelic Visitation . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .19
3 Mysterious Night. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .29
4 Soul-mate Connections and Channeling
My Father's Higher Self. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 60
5 An Out-of-body Experience/
Hypnosis Demonstrations . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .72
6 An Automatic Writing Spiritual Epiphany. . . . . . . .. 82
7 A Visit with Jesus the Christ. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 104
8 Merging with a Rock and a Battle
on Another Plane. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 111
9 Mind Melding And The Music Of The Spheres. . .. .120
10 An Unusual Spirit Muse. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 134
11 A Shape-shifting Healing with a Shaman/
Psychotherapist. . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .154
12 On Soul-sharing and Collective Soul-merging. . . .. . . .178
13 A Visit with the Dream Makers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .202
14 A Snow Gnome Teaches Me About Soul
Vision and Creator Source . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .215
15 A Journey to the Marvel Mansion and
the Chamber of Beauty. . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . 242
16 A Wise Faerie Teaches Me About Head Talk
and Spirit Journeys. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. 264
17 Some Personal Experiences with Telepathy. . . . . .. ..285
18 The Sisters of the Pointed Flame and the
Moon Deities. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .290
19 A Magical Kali Pendant and a Shamanic Healing. . . . .322
20 A Sorceress Repays an Old Debt . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . .330
21 Rotah, the Mighty Whale
(A Parallel Lifetime on Another World) . . . . . . . . . . . . 348
22 Journeys Through Time. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 371
23 Joining. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 383
24 A Glimpse of Me in a Future Lifetime. . . . .. . . . . . . . .400
25 Wisdom from the Delarians. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .413
Closing Thoughts. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .427
Have you ever seen an angel or had an angelic visitation? I did and it changed my life. Have you ever had other worldly visitors, been befriended by the little people, or benevolent ETs? I have had many such experiences from these helpers as I like to call them. They have shown me that there is more to us than our personality and ego and taught me that we are so much more than our despair, doubts, fears, and limitations.
The cosmos can literally become our playground when we connect with our higher self and make contact with our star family. Everyone has this capability. It is our gift and birthright from Creator Source along with the knowledge deep within our soul that can answer our every question. We can know our purpose for being here and what we have to do. We can be set on the right path and be relieved of our human burdens as light is shed upon life's deeper meanings.
As a matter of fact, one of our reasons for being here on the earth is to accomplish that often very challenging feat. I am very happy to say that these extraordinary, unusual experiences have completely transformed my life and taken away much of the loneliness that plagued me for so many years. I have learned that we are never alone. I invite you to meet some of my friends and teachers from this world, as well as some from other dimensions and worlds.
I am honored to have made their acquaintance and to be able to partake of their love and energy. I thank them one and all for their gifts, the profound knowledge they shared and their messages of hope and truth. They filled me with love and passion. With each contact I experienced profound respect for the sacredness, diversity, uniqueness, and beauty of all people and all life. They taught me to value and appreciate humor, the quest for ancient knowledge, and the seeking of answers for the mysteries that life presents to us. May their stories, lessons and teachings enrich, empower, and fill you with awe, wonder, hope, and a greater sense of purpose as they have me.
I was inspired to share some of my paranormal and other worldly experiences after reading Dolores Cannon's Convoluted Universe books. Her books brought me much comfort and companionship because I had had many paranormal and psychic experiences over the years. Unfortunately, I blocked most of them out of my conscious mind because they challenged my normal way of thinking and frightened me. Reading Dolores' books filled me with deep soul recognition, inspiration, nostalgia, and a sense of coming home.
One day my guide Dresda said, “Michael, there are many wonderful books which are helping people to awaken to their deeper knowing. They are reminding them that they have access to the all-knowing. You have access to the all-knowing as well. There is much knowledge and information deep inside you that needs to be brought forth to the light of day and shared.”
Then I knew what I had to do. I could no longer remain in the metaphysical closet. I had to share my stories and experiences. A few were on tape, and I transcribed the tapes. Others I had written in notebooks. Still others were buried in my subconscious mind.
Hypnosis and regressions verify that the subconscious mind has access to most, if not, all knowledge. I have been hypnotized, as well as regressed, several times. Some of those experiences are included in this book. I was also trained by my teacher, Mary, many years ago to put myself into a type of trance where I can step through time and relive and retrieve my experiences that are not recorded or written down. This thought filled me with so much joy. It was like I had been a half person for so many years. Now, I was going to become a whole person again as I reacquainted myself with my subconscious. So many new doors would be opened to deeper and heightened levels of perception. During these times of heightened perceptions, portals would manifest in and outside of dream time, creating gateways to other dimensions and worlds. This would allow many advanced wise beings to come to me, as well as take me on spirit journeys for profound teachings and adventures.
After becoming a professional psychic in 1985, I was to learn that my guides were not done with me. I spent a lot of time in meditation, and soon my perceptions began to stretch even more. I began receiving visits from a number of other worldly beings from other dimensions and parallel universes. I had an encounter with a future self. One day I channeled some ancient beings who called themselves the serpent people. They spoke in deep guttural tones and said that they were pre-Egyptian. Channelings of other ETs followed. I confess that for a time I thought I was losing my mind. I did not speak of these experiences with my psychic friends, for none of them were involved with anything like that. They would have thought that these new endeavors were just too far out for them.
My psychic work now seemed normal and mundane compared to the new experiences and information coming in. Finally, it all became too overwhelming. I did have one person to confide in who also acted as my battery when I channeled. I wasn't sure what all was going on or what I was really tapping into. I had no framework into which I could place these unusual experiences, and I did not understand how I could be receptive to so many different energies and beings from so many places. It was like I had a direct hotline to the cosmos and could virtually contact endless beings. Unless it was a prearranged channeling, I never knew who would be coming to talk or what they would be talking about. Many beings would come for one visit, never to return. Others would return or show up if requested. They all came in the white light and expressed love, compassion, and a desire to be of service. I was always deeply impressed and moved after such encounters, and I came away with answers to questions and much beneficial enlightening information. I was very empowered by their showering of light, love, and blessings. After channeling these loving wise beings, I would be energized for days or weeks at a time.
Many channels are content to channel one entity or being. Jane Roberts channeled Seth and wrote the Seth books. JachPursel channeled Lazaris. J.Z. Knight channeled Ramtha. Lee Carroll channeled the Kryon books. One entity would provide enough information to fill several books. How was it that I could hear from so many beings? What is the purpose? I had considered being hypnotized and having my subconscious answer those questions, but I think I was afraid of what I might be told.
I wonder how many people are having their own profound spiritual experiences, visions, and dreams in the daytime without the need to be put under by a hypnotherapist or regressionist? I wonder how many people who are opening up to other realms and dimensions then become confused or frightened and close the door to further experiences? And how many more are coming out of the metaphysical closet and embracing metaphysics and the paranormal as we move into the new era? The numbers are growing, and more stories are coming forth. What a delight it is to hear and to share stories with our soul family.
My spiritual teacher, Mary, told me many years ago, “Michael, I am going to teach you how to achieve altered states via a type of conscious trance you can enter at will. This will enable you to access information not available to the ordinary conscious mind. You will be able to recall your early psychic experiences and much more.”
We accomplished this by meditation and various psychic mind-expanding and perceptual-shifting exercises.
I am no longer frightened or haunted by all of the visitors I have had over the years. They imparted so much wisdom and knowledge to me. They taught me that we are never alone and that the call for help always compels the response. My life is a living testimony that almost anyone can overcome childhood abuse and achieve happiness and success. My visitors and teachers showed me that there is so much more to us than we can begin to fathom or scarcely imagine. There is so much more to the soul and psyche and so much information inside us that we can tap to learn more about who we truly are and our marvelous potential. There are many ways to access that unlimited information: hypnosis, channeling, creative and automatic writing, art, music, meditation, dream interpretation, etc.
We are connected to all life, to each other, to our space brothers and sisters, and to beings on countless realms, universes, and dimensions. Not only is such contact possible, it is taking place more frequently as we ascend to higher consciousness and move to a new age. May the sense of being alone that accounts for so much loneliness and alienation be replaced by a sense of all-one, for that is truly who we are. We are each part of the All One—the Great All That Is.
Most of my life I have been aware and attuned to the other world as I refer to the realm of the psychic and the paranormal. A psychologist or psychiatrist might say that due to a troubled childhood and my need to escape the terrible goings on at home that I retreated into my inner world and fabricated all of the beings and spirits that I made contact with. I admit that my hostile and dysfunctional outer world living circumstances could contribute to my seeking inner relief and solace, but it was not imaginary realms that I began to explore. Instead, I believe that I came into this lifetime with an innate ability to step through portals to other realms. It is just how I'm built. I've done it most of my life. Not having an easy home life just made it easier and gave me more motivation to tap into the spiritual and other worldly realms.
During those lonely years of my childhood and many of my adult years, my other worldly friends proved to me that we are never alone. No matter how dark the night of the soul may be or how lost, abandoned, or desperate we may feel, there are angels and many other celestial and other worldly beings always watching over us. Our call compels their loving response. Without my faith in God, angels, my guides and the precious other worldly visitors, I could not have survived all the terrible things going on around me. They have befriended me for many years and have promised to continue to do so for the duration of this lifetime.
Why do I speak these words confidently? Because I know that things are never as they appear. There is meaning and purpose to our lives even when we are not aware of it. Obstacles often occur in order to wake us and shake us up so that we may enter the vast and grand domains of the soul, spirit, our subconscious, and even the universal collective unconscious mind that Jung speaks of which connects us to everyone and everything. Within our soul and being exist the knowledge, wisdom, strength and resources to liberate us.
At the age of thirteen, I was blessed with an angelic visitation in the back yard. A beautiful radiant angel predicted that I would get away from the horrible life at home. I would attend college and help many people with my gifts and knowledge. That angelic visitation story is told in the introduction of my book Halfway to Heaven. I weep tears of joy every time I think about the precious angel who visited me so many years ago, and I weep tears of sorrow for every soul who feels abandoned and alone.
I pray that the sorrowful ones will discover the ray of hope that glimmers in their soul. For as the gospel song “Pass It On” goes, “It only takes a spark to get a fire a going.” Reaching out for help will begin the healing process, for the call truly compels the response. beloved Jesus the Christ (Lord Sananda) stated that “In my Father’s house are many mansions.” The other worldly beings inhabit some of these mansions.
As the old saying goes, “The sky is the limit.”
Let us remember this and constantly reach out more and dream bigger. My motto is Dare to dream because dreams come true. It is time to share my other stories. If one person can relate to and derive some satisfaction and comfort from my book, then I have served my purpose in writing it.
A PROPHECY FROM A SEER
I believe that we are all psychic to some degree. Most people have memories and stories whether they have shared them or not. For example, we think of someone, and the phone rings. As a matter of fact, just a few minutes ago I was thinking about my friend Arielle in Indianapolis, IN. I was about to pick up the phone and call her when my computer bell announced incoming mail. The email was from Arielle. I believe that this kind of telepathic communication happens far more frequently than we may realize.
I have been psychic most of my life and able to tune into the spirit realms. I recall the words of my spiritual teacher Mary many years ago: “Michael, you are extremely sensitive and receptive to psychic energy and the spiritual realms. With your experience with hypnosis, you are an excellent subject who is able to enter deep levels of trance. You can meditate and put yourself in altered states to retrieve any information that you want to access. I can coach you to get you started.”
I found the idea intriguing and fondly recalled a stage hypnosis demonstration I witnessed in high school. I recalled being put under by the mentalist, The Amazing Kreskin, the summer of my freshman year of college. My music teacher put us under in a music therapy class, and so did my girlfriend Martina a few times after the class.
I can enter hypnotic and altered states of mind where I can recall vivid childhood, as well as past life memories. One strong memory I cherish is when I was learning to talk. Some of the first words that came from my lips were not mama or dadda, but “feny faces.” It took a while for me to catch on to accurately pronouncing words, but what I was trying to say was “friendly faces.” I would look up and see different faces and spirits smiling and waving to me. I'd laugh and point my fingers in the air and repeat “Feny faces. Feny faces.”
“Who are you talking to?” my mother would ask, laughing. “Do you have an imaginary friend?” She thought it was amusing although she never figured out that her little boy was seeing and trying to talk to spirits that nobody else could see.
Those early carefree times were short-lived. My father would make fun of me and tell me to stop acting stupid. For a long time my “feny faces” disappeared, and I did not talk about them anymore. I would think about them sometimes and miss them but they had left. On a soul level I may have asked them to leave, being fearful of what my father might say or do. He was extremely volatile and had a temper.
My father had his first nervous breakdown when I was three. I recall Mom running out the door screaming, “He is going to kill me! He is going to kill me!”
He flipped out and had a pistol and was screaming and threatening to kill her. He spent the next six weeks at Our Lady of Peace mental hospital in Louisville, Kentucky. Dad flipped out many more times over the years and would spend more time in the “loony house,” as my younger brother refers to mental hospitals. I never told anybody about my “feny faces,” but I never forgot them.
To get away from the turmoil and constant drinking and fighting at home, I got involved with a local Baptist church when I was eleven years old. I had a hunger and insatiable curiosity for spiritual knowledge even back then. About a year later, an eccentric woman began coming to the Sunday morning services. Her name was Pansy Parker. She had greasy straggly gray hair, and her clothes were tattered. She always gave a testimonial, and sometimes her head and body shook. It was hard to make out her words.
Some of the church ladies would whisper amongst themselves and several times I heard this or that one say, “There goes that Pansy Parker again. She's just a strange, crazy old woman who babbles on about nothing.”
Pansy ignored them, and she always made it a point to gaze in my direction. I would get goose bumps and shivers—then look away, embarrassed.
When we participated in the hand shaking ritual, Pansy always made it a point to hold my hand a little longer than usual, and she looked deeply into my eyes. My heart would quiver. My knees shook and my face turned red as a beet.
One Sunday, a lady shouted, “Praise the Lord!” and began speaking in tongues. The people were spellbound because this seldom happened at our church. Pansy took my hand and motioned for me to step back. She reached into her pocket and took out something. Then she moved closer to my face.
“Michael, God has given you many talents.” She pointed to my head. “Voices speak to you, and you see spirit faces. You must never be afraid or ashamed of this gift. Be very careful who you speak to, for most people will not understand you. They will think you funny in the head like Pansy,” she said, smiling.
“You need to know that God and his angels will always watch over you in hard times ahead. God has children all over the cosmos, and they not all look like we humans do. Some are much more advanced and spiritual than people down here. I know you look at stars a lot. This is because you are a star child. Jesus said, ‘In my father's house are many mansions.’
Your true origin is far from here as is mine and some other people you will meet later on. Michael, you are going to meet some sky people in the future. God and Spirit are going to give you visions and show you things about people—good things to help them feel close to God and the angels. Your words will comfort and give assurance that they are not alone, and there is help for them. You are going to help a lot of people with your gifts.”
Then Pansy let go of my hand. She had placed a ten dollar bill in it. I nodded and tried to give it back, but she whispered, “Michael, this money is a token sign that God and the angels will always take care of you. You think of Pansy Parker when you hear from sky people,” she said, giving me a wink.
Needless to say, I was quite taken aback and flabbergasted. What made me sad is that I knew there was no one who would understand what Pansy had said. I was not even sure that I did. And how did she know that I had seen spirit faces? I had blocked that out and forgotten those early memories. That experience in church sent my mind reeling, and I had questions I wanted to ask Pansy. I wrote them down and hid my notebook in my dresser drawer. I tried to figure out a way to have a few moments with Pansy without arousing suspicion. It never became an issue because Pansy Parker never returned to my church after that little talk with me. I kept the ten dollar bill for a long time to remind me that I was not losing my mind nor making up the experience with Pansy.
Looking back so many years later, I wonder if Pansy Parker might have been an earth angel who came to my church those few times. Had she come there specifically to deliver that message of hope to me? Because once she delivered her message she never returned? Perhaps I shall never know. One thing is for certain: I shall always remember Pansy Parker fondly. I often give gratitude for the gift of hope that she gave me. That remembrance and her comforting, encouraging words would help get me through some very challenging and difficult times.
MY SECOND ANGELIC VISITATION
I believe that our beloved Creator, Great Spirit/All That Is/God has many messengers, and some of them are angels. We’ve all read or heard stories of angelic visitations and been inspired by them. Have you ever wondered if angels can and do make contact with people in the modern era of the 21st century? Have you ever had any angelic visitations or known anyone who has?
In light of this, I am not surprised that an angel visited me in the back yard when I was thirteen years old. Well, I certainly was surprised when it happened—and then to have a second angelic visitation two years later. That may seem incredulous, but it happened. Looking back over the years, I know that it was all part of my life plan. Now I would like to share the story of that second, magicallife-changing angelic visitation when I was fifteen years old.
The year was 1973, and it was during the summer season when the angel came to me. I was living in my third foster home in Big Clifty, Kentucky, a small town about twenty miles south of Elizabethtown. I was a sophomore at Clarkson High School. On Saturdays when the weather permitted, I'd roam the fields behind the house. When it was warm, I'd find a spot with soft thick grass and lie down and stare at the sky and clouds. One day I had a spontaneous urge to move my arms like we do when we make snow angels. I have always been drawn to angels and have quite a collection of angel pictures and figurines. I closed my eyes and drifted into a reverie.
A few minutes later I woke up, startled by some kind of flapping noise. I thought that a buzzard or a big bird had landed next to me. I rubbed my eyes several times and then looked a few feet in front of me. Standing there encased in a golden glow was a very beautiful woman. My heart started racing, and my knees began to shake. I gulped and when I tried to speak, all that came out was a tiny whimper.
The golden glow slowly dimmed until it was gone, but there was still a radiance about the woman. She was petite, and her eyes were the most beautiful blue I had ever seen. They seemed to be a hue I had never seen before. Her shimmering hair was long and golden. She wore a violet robe, and a tiara of what looked to be glittering, sparkling diamonds rested on her head. Speechless, I sat frozen and stared at her. All I could do was marvel in her regal and majestic beauty and presence.
Finally, in a shaky voice I said, “Am I dreaming?”
She nodded her head and whispered the word. “No.”
I stammered the words, “Are you an angel?”
“Yes, Michael, I am,” she said softly. “I know that you have been having a hard time, so I was sent to pay you a visit. You are a deep, spiritual, and open-minded person which makes it easier for an occurrence such as this to take place. You have always believed in angels, and secretly in your heart you have been asking to see one—or another one, shall I say? I am aware of the angel who visited you two years ago. She and I are very close. We are somewhat like sisters to put it in terms that you can understand although we were not given birth like humans are. Before I share my messages with you I want to listen to you. Please tell me what has been happening in your life.”
I was so moved by her smile and compassionate gentle nature that I almost cried.
“When you go back to heaven, could you please give the sweet angel who came to me two years ago my greetings?”
“I shall be very happy to do that for you.”
I have thought about her often since the visit. I am embarrassed to admit it, but there were times when I tried to forget about her. To think about her made me want to see her again. I missed her and wanted to go where she lived. The sadness was so overwhelming at times that I tried to block her out of my mind. I had nobody to talk to about her. Still, I forgot her. To behold such a beautiful creation of God and to be blessed with messages from her is something I am eternally grateful for. I will never forget her.
The angel reached for my hand. “Michael, I understand. If you accomplish everything you set out to do in this life, one of your rewards is that you will see her again. This should motivate you and give you something to look forward to.”
“The angel gave me so much hope when she said I would get away from my horrible home life, and I'd go to college and help many people. She also said that I had a lot of challenges to overcome, but they would serve to make me stronger. Sometimes her prophecy was all that kept me going and not falling into despair.”
“I am very happy to be away from my cruel father, but I have learned that getting away from him does not keep my problems away. Our problems go with us wherever we are. We have to deal with them and try to somehow work them out. This is my third foster home. I have so many emotional problems. Sometimes I find it difficult to be on the earth. I don't feel like I belong here, and I sometimes have suicide fantasies. I came close to jumping out of a two story window at my first foster home.”
“I think my other two foster families sensed how troubled I am. They felt like they couldn't do anything to help me. They thought I spent too much time alone and stayed in my room too much. I fight the depression, but sometimes it just takes over and seems to choke the very life out of me. I guess my foster families concluded that I was one screwed up, troubled boy, and they decided to send me on my way so they could foster another child whom they could help. I have been working so hard to make things work out here with the Samuels.”
“I try so hard to fit in and belong. My foster brother Ron and I are the same age. He seems so together. Everyone at school and church likes him. He is my hero. He and his younger brother Gary are very involved with sports. I play basketball, football, and baseball with them even though I am not very good at any of them. Ron tries to coach and help me.”
“I buy baseball cards and have memorized the baseball players of the Cincinnati Reds because that is Ron's favorite ball team. When my foster mother bought me a ball glove for my fifteenth birthday, I wrote Dennis Samuelson it instead of my last name because that was their last name.”
“I imagine myself as Dennis Samuels, and I feel good for awhile, but it never lasts. When the cousins and relatives come around, I always feel awkward and out of place. They try to include me in activities and I try to participate, but I always know that I can never be a Dennis Samuels or a Dennis anybody else. I feel like the misfit, Hermie, the elf, in Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. I fear I will never fit in anywhere.”
The angel looked at me intently, her eyes full of love and compassion. I even thought I saw a tear slide down her cheek.
“Michael, you have had a hard way to go, and I am sorry for that. Part of the reason for your feeling out of place and like a misfit is that you are more of an artist at heart instead of an athlete. And yes, part of it is from living with people and families you have never known before. I know that you like to write poetry, stories, and songs. You much prefer artistic pursuits to playing ball. I am aware that your father berated and discouraged you from reading books. He'd make fun of you and say you needed to play sports with other boys instead of keeping your nose stuck in a book all of the time.”
“Those were his exact words.”
“Your father’s cruel words hurt you deeply and made you afraid of sharing your poems and songs because you didn't want to risk ridicule and being made fun of again.”
“It is like I lead a double life. I keep up with my class work and make good grades. I play sports with Ron, Gary, and some of their cousins and friends. Then there is the spiritual and religious aspect of living with the Samuels. My foster mother, Melinda, is very religious. We go to church every Sunday, and she can get real emotional in her testimonials. Sometimes she cries, shouts, carries on, and gets hysterical in expressing her jubilation and love for her savior, Jesus Christ, as she puts it. I am not offended or bothered by her behavior.”
“To each his/her own is my motto. I derive some comfort from the church services, but something is missing. I can never talk to anyone about some of the, how shall I say, more personal and spiritual experiences I have had. They would not believe me. They might even accuse me of witchcraft or something if I talk about visions I have had or my psychic impressions, precognition, dreams and other experiences.”
“I see why you feel the need to keep quiet. Michael, there is another reason for the deep loneliness and the feeling that you are a misfit, and by the way, it has nothing to do with being in foster homes.”
I looked up at her in surprise.
“Really? What do you mean?”
“Michael, I know about an unusual and special experience you had in church a couple of years ago. You have even tried to convince yourself that it never happened although you know in your heart and soul that it did. A special woman gave you some wonderful messages. She also told you that you will see some sky people in the future, and these visits will change your life and give you some much needed direction.”
“Sky people, ”I repeated. “That rings a bell and sounds familiar. Yes, I recall. An unusual woman named Pansy Parker told me one day at church that I would meet some sky people. I have wondered for years if she might have been an earth angel. ‘Is this possible?’ I would ask myself sometimes. Other times I would try to deny that anything happened.”
“Not only is it possible, it happens far more frequently than you might imagine. Certain evolved souls are capable of taking on angelic or human form when it enables them to accomplish a certain task and mission.”
I so much wanted to ask her if she were Pansy Parker, but something kept me from it, and to my disappointment, she did not offer any information. I may never have the answer to that question and perhaps I am not meant to.
We were quiet a few moments. Then she continued. “Michael, the special lady was correct in telling you that you would meet some sky people in the future, but she left something out because you were not yet ready to hear it. There are many beings who are well-aware of a deep aching loneliness that has been haunting you and others like you for a very long time. You have always been a star gazer, and you become wistful and lonely when you look at the stars. Michael, I am here to inform you that part of your loneliness is because you are a sky person. Yes, Michael, you are a star child. Your origins are far away on distant realms. You have spent many lifetimes on those distant realms, and parts of your soul essence dwells on those realms. You visit many of them in dream time and on spirit and star journeys, but you forget the visits when you awake. This is one reason why your depressions are worse in the mornings and why mornings are the hardest time of the day for you. It also explains how you sometimes use sleep to escape your unhappy life. You are literally ‘getting away’ as your soul takes flight to many places.”
“No one is ever alone. There are many angels and helpers you can call upon. There are many beings from other dimensions who will pay you a visit. You will write of your visits and journeys. One day you will share your experiences which will form the base for spiritual books. These books will help a lot of people who also feel this deep loneliness that you experience. You must learn not to deny or try to avoid your deeper spiritual experiences but to embrace and accept them. You are a very old soul with much to offer the world. You also have a lot of healing to undergo. Like the other angel assured you, I promise you that although it may not seem or feel like it, your problems and challenges are going to make you stronger. They are not going to break you. You will be a much more powerful healer and counselor due to all that you have endured and will continue to go through.”
“You are going to heal and come to experience and know love and joy that few people ever do. For every tear that you shed and every song of sorrow and sadness that you play on your little record player as you yearn for something you cannot quite name, you will sing and write poems, songs, and stories of joy. You will perform before groups, and people will be moved by your voice and the passion that comes out in your performing.”
I smiled. “I do love to sing. People tell me I have a good voice.”
“You have a glorious future ahead of you.”
“I do believe that I am here to help people, but sometimes I doubt. If I can't even get my own life together then how can I help anybody else?”
“You will overcome your obstacles—all of them. This I promise you, Michael. I have seen it. It is your destiny. I know you are having a hard time, but please take my words on faith and believe me. Think of these words when the despair and suicidal thoughts enter your mind.”
“Your sky friends and the beings you will encounter are your friends. They love and care for you. They can help you not to feel so alone and like a misfit. Many of them are waiting to pay you a visit when the time is right. You will have many stories to tell. I already know the title of the book, but your destiny must unfold and things will happen when the time is right. For now, take things one day at a time. Perform your earth duties and deal with the people in your life. Make time for recreation and for your writing. Writing is a strong skill that you possess from many lifetimes. I encourage you to write more in your journals. This will hone and refine your writing skills that you will need in the years ahead.”
“I was compelled to take up typing when I was in the eighth grade. It's like part of me knew that I would be writing.”
“That is true. Along with making time for your studies and your writing, always continue to star-gaze and spend time in nature. You just never know what new friends will show up. I must take my leave now. Michael, please do not forget me or the words that I have spoken to you today. I suggest that you go back to your room and take some notes while our visit is still fresh in your mind. It will give you comfort in the days ahead.”
“May I ask what your name is?”
“I have many names, but for you I shall be Morielle. Goodbye, Michael. You are a very special soul. Everybody is, but there is a tenderness and innocence about you that endears many to you and will continue to do so all of your life. I am happy to tell you that not only are you going to meet some fascinating beings and sky friends, you are also going to meet some wonderful, passionate, and brilliant spiritual seekers and teachers from all walks of life. You will teach them things, and they will teach you things and help you get established in your work and mission. Do not try to force any encounters. Just follow your intuition and inner guidance and know that you will meet them when the time is right.”
Morielle stepped closer. I could have sworn that her feet were several inches off the ground. She gently touched my face with her left hand. The golden glow suddenly returned and warmth emanated from her hand. It felt like tiny electrical impulses were surging through my entire body. The energy was so intense that I almost fell backwards. Every cell in my body seemed to vibrate. It was such an ecstatic sensation that it was a struggle not to cry. It felt like my body was rising in the air. My soul wanted to soar to the heavens. I wanted to go with Morielle. I wanted to leave this earth and never come back.
I know that she read my thoughts because she nodded her head and softly said, “It is not time. After you make your transition, you can visit me and the other angels. Goodbye for now,” she said. Then she disappeared.
I have thought about Morielle from time to time over the years, but never have I relived her visit with such vivid recall until I decided to include her angelic visitation in this book. When I feel the despair and depression coming on, I read my notes and I pray, knowing that it will pass. I remind myself of my duties and responsibilities on the earth and my mission and soul contracts to be of service to humanity. This and the promise of my rewards when I complete my duties are what keep me going.