...and the angel said....

WHAT DO DEAD PEOPLE DO ALL DAY?

2008-09-08T10:54:00.000-07:00

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

WHY MOTHER MARY KNOWS MY NAME

2008-09-08T10:48:00.000-07:00

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

THE FEATHERS

2008-06-23T15:30:00.000-07:00

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

PRAYER REQUESTS

2008-05-16T15:21:00.000-07:00

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

ANSWERS

2008-05-12T10:44:00.000-07:00

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
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ANGELS' APPEARANCE

2008-03-15T10:50:00.000-07:00

�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

Michael

2008-03-14T10:54:00.000-07:00

...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."

Mir

2008-03-14T10:53:00.001-07:00

...and the angel said...

I am Mir, of the Angels of the Earth's Waters.

We are devoted to sailors everywhere. We provide company for the lonely, direction for the lost. We give inspiration to the lovers of water who find their true homes there. We comfort those who loose their sailors to the depths. The brotherhood of voyagers are our beloved charges. Sailors feel our arms around them when they navigate, and we whisper corrections. We visit on the wind, watch over the rivers and harbors, wherever our wanderers go.

I've rescued men and women under such bizarre circumstance that only an angel could do it! I love the sailors who set out alone across the ocean in little boats. In no time at all, they hear my voice. Some have even seen me.

EVERYBODY IN HEAVEN IS BEAUTIFUL

2008-03-14T10:42:00.000-07:00

Over a period of five years, we met in groups of 5-40 at Full Moon, when angels appeared. Irregularly, Mother Mary also came to be with us. We were told that we could see and speak with those who had passed, if we asked at least 72 hours in advance. After all, residents of Heaven were busy!

Children of the attendees, parents, friends, even a beloved horse, came for a few minutes. All looked to be in wonderful good health. Even those who had passed as infants and had to identify themselves were young, beautiful, and adult. We asked the angels for an explanation and heard that, since we look our best at about 30, we are restored to an appearance of about that age as soon as we die.

I can think of only one exception to the above: a father who had spent his life selling candy at a corner store in NYC came at his daughter's request. He looked every day of the 75 years he'd lived on Earth. He brought stacks and stacks of books and would not stop reading long enough to talk to her. He said, "Tell her all I ever wanted was an education and I'm getting it. I don't have time for anything else until I read these great books." Evidently, he couldn't be bothered with something so insignificant as his appearance. I found it interesting that he had opted to read the books instead of having the angels assist him and let him know the contents of the books as soon as he touched them (my experience during an NDE in 1969). His goal, after all, was Education, and after spending all those years yearning for it, he was going to enjoy getting it! Note: Twelve years had passed since his death when he visited so briefly.

A much-loved sister who had passed less than a year earlier had a terrible time remembering what color her hair had been, because she had dyed her hair various colors for her whole life! We had to wait until she assumed the blond color she'd worn when last seen on Earth and the lovely face she'd had at 30.

Over half of the Guardian Angels who have appeared to have portrait sketches done also appeared to be 30! Others have assumed faces worn by their "guardees" during important incarnations, but even so, are often about 30.

Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
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ANGELS AND COMPUTERS

2008-03-13T11:21:00.000-07:00

A schoolteacher friend sat in front of the computer, doing what I never could--banking online. She looked at her current balance with some nervousness. She called for the family to gather in the kitchen, where they made a list of expected expenses for the next month. When she returned to the computer, the balance on the screen had increased by exactly the amount needed for the next month. She put on her coat, drove to the bank, closed her account, and opened a new one. She was afraid the Angel of Prosperity would change his mind if she didn't do something to lock in the new balance!

The angels use the computer to help us, whenever possible, because it requires less energy than most other methods of intervention. They also dictate their answers to our questions if we can relax sufficiently (deep breaths and clearing the mind as much as possible before trying this!), for the same reason. On two occasions, friends have seen their online grades change for the better after they asked for help!

The typing technique has been invaluable over the last 15 years when writing long transmissions from angels. Having the angels help sort out worries has definitely been more successful when asking for others than for myself. I've never learned to separate from "desired outcome" while using the pendulum, so using the computer is my court of last resort. As I reread what I've written, it's very obvious which words are my writing style and which are angelic. Advice from them is often quite shocking--they almost never offer an easy way. Usually, a change in my attitude is the very first advice. On some occasions, words have continued to appear after I lifted my fingers from the keyboard. Also, during some sessions, the telephone has rung with nobody on the line.

One final note: when using the computer to speak directly to the angels, it definitely helps to be a fast typist. Having to work slowly to hunt for letters engages the left brain, and the "right brain radio" function is required to work with them.

Patricia Angeline Sistrunk
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info
678 965 5620

Beloved Pets

2008-03-07T19:42:00.000-08:00

�and the angel said�

You WILL get back all the pets you've loved on Earth when you get to Heaven. As a matter of fact, you must take them all as soon as possible! Each pet is labeled by a necklace of clear cubes (each containing one letter of the name) which are lit inside. The pet's name is viewed from the front. From above and on the back of the neck, your name is spelled out as the owner, so that you can be reunited with your pets as soon as you arrive. When you are asked to decide where you want to live in Heaven, you will take into account how many pets you own. Horse ranches, dog kennels, aviaries, and other appropriate facilities are available. If you want to take a vacation before you "settle in", you can petition for an angel pet sitter for that period.

There are "ifs", "ands" and "buts", but you can see the power of Love at work with your pets throughout Eternity!

Patricia
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info

Escort Angels

2008-03-07T10:41:00.000-08:00

�and the angel said�

Your Escort Angels will stay with you after you make your transition until you are comfortable with the new ways of Heaven. They will help you reclaim your loved pets, choose your new home, and anything else you need.

On October 8, 1969, I went through a Near Death Experience. Two Escort Angels appeared and grasped each of my arms--we were off to Heaven! Heaven, by the way, is a real place and it takes real time to get there. As we "flew" through the vast spaces, I heard the Music of the Spheres (it sounds much like the soundtrack of the Superman movie where he reverses the spin of the earth to bring Lois Lane back to life). I was so happy! I kept turning to each angel and saying, "At last I'm going to know! At last I'm going to know!"

The Escort Angels took me to Heaven's Library. It was all made of gold light, variously dense. They took each book from the shelf and put it into my hands: I instantly knew the contents of the book! At the end, I knew EVERYTHING. They smiled at me and one said, "You will not keep all your new knowledge. You need only know that you humans are all one." Back to my body in the Emergency Room.

Years later, I sat with a dying cancer victim. She said, "Well, when the Escort Angels appear, what do I do?" I said, "Run off that porch just outside and they'll take care of the rest." Two days later, the daughter of our transitioned friend said, "Mom visited us last night at the funeral home. She said, 'Tell Patricia I ran off the porch'."

I visited an elderly patient in the nursing home and as I sat telling her my experience of death, two Escort Angels materialized at the head of her bed. She passed about 24 hours later, safe in their care, I'm sure.

Patricia
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info

Angels Have A Sense Of Humor!

2008-03-06T10:03:00.000-08:00

Late to work. Again. The angels had "disappeared" my car keys from the corner of my bed, watched me look high, low, and repeat the search until I was completely exasperated and then do it again. Suddenly, as I stood next to the bed once more, the keys were returned! I knew they'd done it. I asked for them to return the lost garnet from a brand new ring and it fell from the ceiling as I remade the bed!

The smoke detector saga covered four nights, beginning at midnight each night. The detector was located just outside my bedroom door, in the hallway, and the scream of the detector was enough to wake us, our neighbors in the other half of the duplex, and sleeping dogs all over the neighborhood. The first time, I couldn't find an "Off" switch, so I opened the cap and removed the batteries. Nothing. The alarm continued to scream, but stopped suddenly while I was looking for another way to quiet it. Next night, same thing, and I dismantled the alarm, so that it was hanging down, without batteries, before it quieted. Seemingly with NO power source, the alarm went off at midnight for the next two nights. After the fourth time, I said (into the air above my head), "I suppose you think this is funny." A male voice said, "Actually, we did." But that was their last time at the smoke detector.

I told a good friend about the smoke detector "caper" and she said the angels had done the same thing with her keys, but when she grumbled at them, they put a half dozen bangle bracelets inside the lining of her raincoat, just to be sure she understood they were in charge!

Patricia
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info

Seeing Angels

2008-03-06T09:05:00.000-08:00

�and the angel said�

Dear Ones, you can all see us, with a bit of practice! It helps if you are nearsighted and try without wearing your glasses or contact lenses. Simply wake in the morning, and without moving your head, look in the upper corners of your room for a golden light. That is your Guardian Angel, waiting for you to wake for the day.

If your vision is normal, scan the corners without focusing until you can see the light. Follow the outlines of the light and wait until the angel takes focus without your help. When you succeed, you will feel the angel's projected love as a "knowing".

On 9/11, I spoke of the dreadful news with two other people as we stood on the sidewalk in front of my gallery. Both of them saw the 30-50 huge, white, male angels as they swooped out of gathered white clouds above us, downward and behind the gallery. I ran inside, thinking they were passing through the gallery. Empty. I ran to the back door in time to see the last of them going into the two energy vortices we had discovered recently. It was as if the angels were using this route as a shortcut to New York City!

It was a bit of a shock when I first began seeing angels. I reverted to my scientific training and kept records of time/place/subject of each of their appearances. It was for my own sanity. Joan of Arc visited to allow a portrait, saying, "I know how hard it was for you to admit you see angels. It was the same for me when I had to tell my friends about the Voices. This portrait is for you, alone and is not for sale." I learned to trust myself with each vision, but I was very glad to have the two people present to confirm the sight of the angels on 9/11!

Patricia
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info

Dialogues On Angels...

2008-03-03T21:38:00.000-08:00

Angels are beings of a different energy than humans. They are masculine or feminine angelic energy. Although they normally live on the other side of The Veil, they sometimes incarnate as humans to accomplish their missions. During Full Moon, The Veil is thinner between our realms and there are holes--more, and increasing in size--so that the angels are more easily seen.

All angels have jobs. There are Prosperity Angels, Healing Angels, Angels of Order, Angels of Love, et al.

Each of us has a Guardian Angel, assigned when we were pinched off the Light of God, and with us since that time. Guardian Angels procure special angel help whenever we begin something new, e.g. a Fitness Angel is brought to us to help whenever we begin a new sport.

Patricia
patricia@andtheangelsaid.info

Queen of the Angels

2008-03-03T21:17:00.000-08:00

Mother Mary really is "Queen of the Angels". She is, however, not just the mother of Jesus--She is the feminine aspect of God.

All you have to do to to enlist the Divine help of Mother Mary and Her angels in your life is ASK! Asking can be in any format, but it must be spoken, visualized, sincere, and intense. It can be a whisper or a shout. It is called "Prayer"!

An angelic caveat: prayer for healing (our own or another's) should be couched in different terms. We should ask for a miraculous CURE. In all these years , I have never been turned down when I've asked for a miraculous cure.

A "miracle" is an event so improbable as to be ordinarily impossible - five standard deviations from the statistical mean. However, since these cures do happen, they are simply improbable--not impossible or "supernatural".

ASK!

Patricia

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