The monthly class on angels had twice the attendees of last month: word was spreading that this class was FUN! I called the chattering group to order with the usual words: "This is a day the Lord hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it!"
I glanced at the notes and looked back up at the class. My jaw simply dropped. A man of 5'10" stood in back of a woman in the front row, with his left hand on her shoulder. The only thing different about this scene was that I could almost see through him. I asked her name.
"Mary, there is a man standing behind you with his left hand on your shoulder. He looks just like you, only he's about 65 and almost transparent."
"My father died a week ago. How is he dressed?"
"He's wearing a golf cap, an argyle sweater, and tan short-sleeved shirt that matches his pants. I can't see his shoes." The man smiled broadly and held up his foot to show his brown and white shoes with cleats. Obviously he could hear us.
I began an off-the-cuff talk, giving them everything I knew about the recently passed. The man nodded occasionally, then lost interest and began walking around the room, looking at pictures, thumbing through books. Finally, I said, "Mary, could you please ask your father to wait outside the meeting room? I'm so distracted, I'm having a hard time with the class material."
"Where is he?"
"In the corner, in front of the painting."
Mary rose, walked over and whispered in the general direction of her father's image. He went through the door (unopened) nearby.
The class went on, a great success. As soon as the crowd was dismissed, I went to the door Mary's father had exited, looked out the window. Again, my jaw dropped. He had transformed the space between buildings into a beautiful putting green and was putting at that moment. He must have felt my eyes on him because he turned to me, grinned and waved. And disappeared.
Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
Monday, September 8, 2008
WHY MOTHER MARY KNOWS MY NAME
Twenty-seven years ago, I was a single mother. Because my job called for so much travel, and available child care was so unreliable, I had to place my 8-year old son with my parents in Oklahoma. He adjusted immediately, and I was on the verge of death from Terminal Lonliness.
I drove from Louisiana to Oklahoma once a month to visit, phoned him every day. One Sunday morning, returning to Baton Rouge, I pulled up at a rest stop next to a car loaded with baby furniture, boxes, and luggage. Two boys, one just older than my son, one just younger, slept in the back seat. A woman about 35 studied a map, a new baby slept on the front seat, and the passenger seat was empty. Just ahead, at the garbage cans, an elderly woman in a cotton housedress was doing something. I rushed to the restroom and back to my car. As I drove back onto the highway headed south, I realized the old woman was sorting through the garbage and removing bits which she put into a MacDonald's sack on the ground. I panicked. "I only have $5 I can spare, but I should give it to them. Those boys are going to have garbage for breakfast when they wake up. Poor people are so proud, what if I insult them by offering money…" I was onto the highway by then and a sign said NEXT EXIT 25 MILES. Too late! By the time I drove the 25 miles, and 25 miles back, nearly an hour would have passed and they would surely be gone…I couldn't help them because I'd been too slow-witted.
I thought of those handsome boys in the back seat. The baby furniture said they had a destination. A single mother, like me, for sure. I felt worse and worse. Finally, I asked to speak to Mother Mary. I apologized for not helping one of my fellow creatures whose problems I certainly understood. I spoke aloud: "Heavenly Mother, from this day forward, if You will protect my son so that he doesn't have to eat garbage for breakfast, I will never again pass up an opportunity to help."
Last year, my agent stole the contents of my gallery. He had a key to the storage unit and was able to sell everything without my knowledge. When I arrived back in town to collect things to move back East, he left his wife and two teenagers with $1 and ran away rather than face me. When I had loaded the few pieces that remained at his house, I started to leave. I could not turn the key to the car. My agent's wife was now a single mother, in the same dire straits as the woman in Oklahoma so many years ago. I was dreadfully short of cash, beginning the trip from Arizona to Georgia. I got out of the car because I could not drive away. I got out and handed her $100.
The "bargain", promise, whatever you prefer to call it, made with Mother Mary 27 years ago is still in effect. I am not able to pass up one of Her creatures when I see a need. I am not so different from the person who asked to feel better about herself by right action in the future. Although I did not recognize the two situations as exactly alike, I could see the need for my help. I give thanks that Mother Mary was able to stop me from driving away, mindless of the need.
My son is adult and has eaten well for all these years. Unless and until She releases me from my promise, I must assume that the bargain is very much in place today.
I give thanks.
Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
I drove from Louisiana to Oklahoma once a month to visit, phoned him every day. One Sunday morning, returning to Baton Rouge, I pulled up at a rest stop next to a car loaded with baby furniture, boxes, and luggage. Two boys, one just older than my son, one just younger, slept in the back seat. A woman about 35 studied a map, a new baby slept on the front seat, and the passenger seat was empty. Just ahead, at the garbage cans, an elderly woman in a cotton housedress was doing something. I rushed to the restroom and back to my car. As I drove back onto the highway headed south, I realized the old woman was sorting through the garbage and removing bits which she put into a MacDonald's sack on the ground. I panicked. "I only have $5 I can spare, but I should give it to them. Those boys are going to have garbage for breakfast when they wake up. Poor people are so proud, what if I insult them by offering money…" I was onto the highway by then and a sign said NEXT EXIT 25 MILES. Too late! By the time I drove the 25 miles, and 25 miles back, nearly an hour would have passed and they would surely be gone…I couldn't help them because I'd been too slow-witted.
I thought of those handsome boys in the back seat. The baby furniture said they had a destination. A single mother, like me, for sure. I felt worse and worse. Finally, I asked to speak to Mother Mary. I apologized for not helping one of my fellow creatures whose problems I certainly understood. I spoke aloud: "Heavenly Mother, from this day forward, if You will protect my son so that he doesn't have to eat garbage for breakfast, I will never again pass up an opportunity to help."
Last year, my agent stole the contents of my gallery. He had a key to the storage unit and was able to sell everything without my knowledge. When I arrived back in town to collect things to move back East, he left his wife and two teenagers with $1 and ran away rather than face me. When I had loaded the few pieces that remained at his house, I started to leave. I could not turn the key to the car. My agent's wife was now a single mother, in the same dire straits as the woman in Oklahoma so many years ago. I was dreadfully short of cash, beginning the trip from Arizona to Georgia. I got out of the car because I could not drive away. I got out and handed her $100.
The "bargain", promise, whatever you prefer to call it, made with Mother Mary 27 years ago is still in effect. I am not able to pass up one of Her creatures when I see a need. I am not so different from the person who asked to feel better about herself by right action in the future. Although I did not recognize the two situations as exactly alike, I could see the need for my help. I give thanks that Mother Mary was able to stop me from driving away, mindless of the need.
My son is adult and has eaten well for all these years. Unless and until She releases me from my promise, I must assume that the bargain is very much in place today.
I give thanks.
Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
Monday, June 23, 2008
THE FEATHERS
Poets and religious leaders have spoken of the appearance of angels, referring specifically to their mighty white wings. Others have spoken of the radiant light, definitely not wings, surrounding these sacred beings. In truth, I have seen both. My drawing skills have been taxed to show wings of whiter-than-white, gold, pink-tinged, and even brown. Light of every color has surrounded the visiting angels. During a healing ceremony, 15' columns of various colors of light were behind every participant, and I believed the energy was angelic.
In 1998, my housekeeper (who saw angels before we met) began finding small, perfect feathers in our house. They ranged from 3/8" to 1", with delicate spines (compared to the quills of chicken and turkeys). The finds were all over the house and were certainly not from pets (cat only) or bedding (I have a grand allergy to feathers, including down). He began saving them and has a collection now. A few angels have come close enough for me to see these fine, bright white feathers.
They are lovely souvenirs, and one more clue to life in the Angelic Realm.
Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info
678 965 5620
In 1998, my housekeeper (who saw angels before we met) began finding small, perfect feathers in our house. They ranged from 3/8" to 1", with delicate spines (compared to the quills of chicken and turkeys). The finds were all over the house and were certainly not from pets (cat only) or bedding (I have a grand allergy to feathers, including down). He began saving them and has a collection now. A few angels have come close enough for me to see these fine, bright white feathers.
They are lovely souvenirs, and one more clue to life in the Angelic Realm.
Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info
678 965 5620
Friday, May 16, 2008
PRAYER REQUESTS
PRAYER REQUESTS
Over the last 15 years, we have received urgent requests for prayer. A network of friends have responded, some present, some on the other end of a telephone, some in communication by e-mail. The angels have been very specific in their instructions to us: "Do NOT ask for "healing"--ask for a "cure", or even "miraculous cure".
And we have received astounding cures, instantly. There is no formula, but we do address our prayers to "Father/Mother/God" or in particular to "Mother Mary". We hold the person to be blessed up to The Light, and whatever specific condition needs to be cured is named.
We invite you to contact us by e-mail. If it is about a life-threatening condition, you may phone as well. There are always light workers, strong in prayer, answering your call or reading your e-mail, ready to join you in asking the Divine for attention to the need.
Anyone who wishes to pray with us should contact us by e-mail. You will be notified as to the name and exact time of our request to the Divine.
When we have gathered in the gallery in Cumming, we've seen remarkable phenomena during the prayers. Tall columns of colored light have stretched floor to ceiling behind each person sitting in our circle. Candle flames have risen suddenly and fallen back to normal height. Angel choirs have been heard.
We make no promises. We are human, after all. But we will ask for the help you seek for yourself and your loved ones.
Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info
678 965 5620
Over the last 15 years, we have received urgent requests for prayer. A network of friends have responded, some present, some on the other end of a telephone, some in communication by e-mail. The angels have been very specific in their instructions to us: "Do NOT ask for "healing"--ask for a "cure", or even "miraculous cure".
And we have received astounding cures, instantly. There is no formula, but we do address our prayers to "Father/Mother/God" or in particular to "Mother Mary". We hold the person to be blessed up to The Light, and whatever specific condition needs to be cured is named.
We invite you to contact us by e-mail. If it is about a life-threatening condition, you may phone as well. There are always light workers, strong in prayer, answering your call or reading your e-mail, ready to join you in asking the Divine for attention to the need.
Anyone who wishes to pray with us should contact us by e-mail. You will be notified as to the name and exact time of our request to the Divine.
When we have gathered in the gallery in Cumming, we've seen remarkable phenomena during the prayers. Tall columns of colored light have stretched floor to ceiling behind each person sitting in our circle. Candle flames have risen suddenly and fallen back to normal height. Angel choirs have been heard.
We make no promises. We are human, after all. But we will ask for the help you seek for yourself and your loved ones.
Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info
678 965 5620
Monday, May 12, 2008
ANSWERS
Last Friday, I had to sit in prayer to ask God for money (money is, after all, God's energy in action).
Saturday morning, I went into the kitchen to forage for breakfast. I moved at a ve-r-r-ry slow pace. I reached my arm toward the cupboard and a shiny penny fell from the ceiling onto my arm and bounced off onto the floor. An answer to prayer. Monday, I received several gifts which added up to the exact total I needed to fulfill an obligation.
Some years ago, I lost a garnet out of its setting in a new ring. I was so disappointed, as the garnet is my favorite stone. At the beginning of Mercury Retrograde, I asked the angels to return the stone. It was really, really mine as I'd purchased the ring for myself. It was not an antique, not a gift, never worn, mine. A few days later, I was changing the sheets of my bed when my eye caught something dark falling out of the white ceiling. The garnet fell onto the sheets. I gave thanks and had the stone reset into the ring.
Ask! It's yours, and can materialize in ways you wouldn't have predicted!
Patricia
http://andtheangelsaid.info
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info
Saturday morning, I went into the kitchen to forage for breakfast. I moved at a ve-r-r-ry slow pace. I reached my arm toward the cupboard and a shiny penny fell from the ceiling onto my arm and bounced off onto the floor. An answer to prayer. Monday, I received several gifts which added up to the exact total I needed to fulfill an obligation.
Some years ago, I lost a garnet out of its setting in a new ring. I was so disappointed, as the garnet is my favorite stone. At the beginning of Mercury Retrograde, I asked the angels to return the stone. It was really, really mine as I'd purchased the ring for myself. It was not an antique, not a gift, never worn, mine. A few days later, I was changing the sheets of my bed when my eye caught something dark falling out of the white ceiling. The garnet fell onto the sheets. I gave thanks and had the stone reset into the ring.
Ask! It's yours, and can materialize in ways you wouldn't have predicted!
Patricia
http://andtheangelsaid.info
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info
Saturday, March 15, 2008
ANGELS' APPEARANCE
�and the angel said�
"This is the way we wish to be seen".
I've questioned angels whose appearance was not Hollywood beautiful, but they've assured me, in each case, that the image I produced was to their liking. Those who seem to be "American Indian" are engaged in work "on the practical vibration". For example, the "Indians" who get us those highly desirable parking places or who alter our bank balances on the internet are working "on the practical vibration" to help us.
A notable exception is the series called the "Stone Angels of God". These are pods of eight angels who are beautiful, appear in shades of brown, and are very definitely working on this same vibration. They enlist the energy of the stones on Earth to promote healing. They ask the human healer to lay stones on and under the person in need so that they can use the emitted energy to treat the condition. Their response to questioning is, "Your water is polluted, you air is filthy. Only the stones are unaffected by your activity and their energy is pure. We are able to facilitate the release of their energy to you." Note: ANY stone is effective during this work. Gravel from the driveway can be used!
Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info
678 965 5620
"This is the way we wish to be seen".
I've questioned angels whose appearance was not Hollywood beautiful, but they've assured me, in each case, that the image I produced was to their liking. Those who seem to be "American Indian" are engaged in work "on the practical vibration". For example, the "Indians" who get us those highly desirable parking places or who alter our bank balances on the internet are working "on the practical vibration" to help us.
A notable exception is the series called the "Stone Angels of God". These are pods of eight angels who are beautiful, appear in shades of brown, and are very definitely working on this same vibration. They enlist the energy of the stones on Earth to promote healing. They ask the human healer to lay stones on and under the person in need so that they can use the emitted energy to treat the condition. Their response to questioning is, "Your water is polluted, you air is filthy. Only the stones are unaffected by your activity and their energy is pure. We are able to facilitate the release of their energy to you." Note: ANY stone is effective during this work. Gravel from the driveway can be used!
Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info
678 965 5620
Friday, March 14, 2008
Michael
...and the angel said...
"I am Michael, warrior of the Michael family. We are called "Archangel", even though we're not a single entity. We gladly fight the ongoing War between Good and Evil.
Michael the Warrior has engaged Satan since the struggle for possession of Moses' body, according to some lorists. There was need for our Family to battle Evil much before that time. World War I and II were great battles, but they were not merely political conflicts- Evil nearly won.
During the struggle of the World Wars, we angels sustained wounds too. Although we have the Creator's help in healing, not all damage can be repaired. Since we are granted eternal life, we know that our injuries may last forever, but we choose to go on. We join the company of other honorable veterans in homes and military hospitals of every nation because we understand them so very well. We will never--have never--fail(ed) an order.
We draw our power from our Creator."
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
