AN ANGEL IN
YOUR POCKET
Rosemary Ellen Guiley
FOR SUE ROBINSON ALIS VOLAT PROPRIIS
CONTENTS
CHAPTER TWO BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH
CHAPTER THREE THE CHANGING IMAGE OF ANGELS
CHAPTER FIVE HOW ANGELS COME AMONG US
CHAPTER SEVEN IN SEARCH OF ANGELS
CHAPTER NINE SPIRIT POWERS OF THE NATIVE AMERICAN WAY
CHAPTER TEN A PATH OF LIGHT IN DARK TIMES
For many years, I have felt the presence of guiding beings in my life. I cannot pinpoint when my awareness opened to them; rather, it seemed to be a gradual expansion of consciousness that reached out beyond the physical realm. The presence of these beings became more pronounced in adulthood after I embarked in earnest upon my own spiritual quest, both personally and professionally. The more I focussed my attention upon them, the more defined these beings became.
My initial intuitive sense was that these helping beings were ‘angels’ and that is what I have always called them. The interpretation of nonphysical entities is subjective – what one person calls an angel, another will call, for example, the guiding presence of Jesus, or the Virgin Mary, or God, or Goddess, or the spirit of a beloved one who has died, or an animal spirit guide.
I sense a small group of angels who are around me all the time, connected to my personal and professional lives. They are joined by other angels who come and go depending on circumstances. Perhaps angels, in their individual expressions, have ‘specialties’ the way humans have in order to make a living.
When I began work on An Angel in your Pocket, the angels came out in force. It seemed I had a small army looking over my shoulder to weigh in with their various influences. When I set off to interview someone, my angelic band came with me, and was joined by another band of angels attached to the person I was meeting. Indeed, David Cousins, a clairvoyant and healer whom I met at his home in Cardiff, commented that the room was packed with angels who wished to participate in our conversation.
Angels do much more than guide us in our work. There are angels that look after our relationships, our health, our spiritual growth and our homes. There are angels that come into our lives just to assist us with major transitions. There are angels that accompany us when we travel. Whenever I drive in my car, I visualize ‘travelling angels’ riding on the hood, bonnet, and roof and clinging to the sides.
Sometimes angels arrive in our lives with a single purpose mission, and depart when that mission is accomplished. When I was going through a dark night of turmoil, which involved the breakup of my marriage, an upheaval in my work, and more than one relocation, I was assisted by angels of healing.
I believe in angels, and I believe that the more we believe in angels, the more they manifest in our lives. That has certainly been my own experience, and the persons who shared their experiences for this book attest to that as well. Angels are ready to help us. All we have to do is acknowledge them.
Rosemary Ellen Guiley
Robert owes his life to an angel. While working in a mill, he grabbed hold of a killer 440-volt wire that he didn’t know was live. As he felt the electricity surge through his body, he thought, ‘My God, I don’t want to die!’
Instantly, he was pulled off the wire by an invisible pair of hands around his waist. He was hurled violently backwards and fell to the floor. The next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, looking up at a coworker. He should have been dead.
Robert’s colleagues said that his life had been saved by the fact that he was wearing new shoes that day, and the thick rubber soles afforded insulation. Robert believes differently. ‘I felt something pull me off,’ he said. ‘Something saved my life. I thank God I’m alive.’ That ‘something,’ he thinks, was his guardian angel.
Robert suffered some third-degree burns, and lost a little finger to gangrene. Within two years of the accident, he developed psoriasis. Irritated patches of skin appeared around his waist. One day, he noticed that the patches lined up with the imprint of hands. The association was eerie, and reinforced his conviction that divine intervention on the part of one of God’s messengers had rescued him from death.
Alice Haggerty too was saved from the brink of death by her guardian angel.
‘When I was seven years old, I got sick with diphtheria,’ Alice told me. ‘I was sick for about ten days. My family was living in a Mennonite community – I was raised Mennonite. We had very strong beliefs about God, the Bible and angels. We did not believe in hospitals or extra medicine – doctors, yes. While I was sick, a doctor came to the house about every day. Medicine was not helping. He wanted to hospitalize me, but it was against our religion.
‘I was in and out of delirium from the high fever. But I overheard him one day tell my parents out in the hall that I wasn’t going to make it through the night. Strangely, I didn’t have any fear about it. I looked forward to going to heaven.
‘That night there was a thunderstorm outside. My parents eventually got tired and went to bed. While I was asleep, an