Divine Messages, Divine Messengers

This psychic says our loved ones and ancestors are all around us, and very interested in our goings on. All well and good.

So, two nights ago after watching several episodes in succession of the show, I stepped inside the door of my bedroom to find on the floor before me a small 2″ by 2″ inch magnet–one I had never seen before!!–with an image on it and the message “An angel is watching over you.”

I swear to you I did not buy this magnet in the past and had never seen it before last night. Yet there it was, literally at my feet inside my bedroom door where I walk numerous times every single day…

Can you imagine my surprise, my shock? No one else had been in my side of the house for days, and I had walked into the bedroom at least a dozen times that day. “Where did this magnet come from?!!!”

I didn’t know whether to feel freaked out at that moment or immensely comforted. But being of a positive mindset, I went with  “immensely comforted”… It seems one of my ancestors or loved ones took special effort to remind me, “I’m right here, too, ya know!”

It’s a wonder!!!

 

I’ve received similar divine messages from divine messengers several times across the decades. You can read about the yellow balloon visitations here: “The Yellow Balloon Story”

Then there’s the visitation from Carolyn and DeForest Kelley’s spirits two to three weeks after Carolyn passed away in 2004 when both leaned over the left side of my bed  to let me know they were together again and all was well, and that they both loved me because Carolyn was finally able, after crossing over, to know that my caring for De was strictly platonic/agape/familiar–as in “nuclear family”–love and nothing more, something she had wondered and asked me about countless times as her mental faculties deteriorated after he passed away.

 

Then there was my conversion experience as detailed in my book Purposeful Christianity: Sharing the Verve and Value of the Prince of Peace when–after not being inside a church in more than 35 years–I received a divine invitation from Jesus Himself inviting me (not commanding, inviting me in the most loving, gentle way imaginable) several times over a period of weeks after De passed and I while was caring for Carolyn to get baptized…

I actually argued with myself about getting baptized. I didn’t understand why I kept receiving these definite, divine, disembodied invitations inside my head!

Finally I called my dad and asked him if I had been baptized as a child. (I figured if I had, I could dismiss the divine prompt and carry on as an already-confirmed individual).

When Dad told me he didn’t remember, a red flag went up my spine. It was inconceivable to me that I hadn’t been baptized as a child because I was such a fan of Jesus’s back then! My favorite book, often read to me by my maternal grandmother, was The Children’s Bible. (I think it was a Golden Book.)

So I went to the pastor at the hospital where Carolyn was and asked him, “Do I have to be any particular denomination to be baptized?” (I didn’t tell him I hadn’t been inside a church in 35 years; that seemed a bridge too far!)

He said, “No. Not at all.”

So then I started to tear up. I sniffled, “I want to be baptized. I don’t want it to be a church-y thing. I just want Jesus to know I get it and I’m His!”

Pastor Grant grinned ear-to-ear (uncharacteristic of him, for sure) and replied, “My dear, you’re ready!”

“I sure am!”

I was baptized four days later on September 14, 1999 and there wasn’t a dry eye in that little chapel where a few close friends, some patients of the hospital that I’d befriended, and perhaps a dozen nurses watched as the ceremony unfolded.

My mother also shared with me that not long after her mother died (the grandmother I mentioned above) she was having a bad dream about one or more of her kids being in distress or danger but that, when she woke up, her mother was standing at the foot of her bed. Grandma told Mom, “The children are fine, dear. Go back to sleep.”

Of course, when I brought up that visitation again several months later, Mom (an agnostic, doubting Thomas) had by then convinced herself that she must have dreamed the whole thing.

I have never believed she dreamed the whole thing, because when she told the story the first time, she was truly in awe of the experience.

 

Another time when I was a college student in Ellensburg, I was about to cross a street when someone shouted, “STOP!” I stopped and a vehicle came roaring by–one I hadn’t seen when looking both ways just milliseconds before.

When I looked around to see who had shouted at me, there was no one there… I’ve heard stories like this from other people, too…

 

And when Mom, Dad and I were building and remodeling restaurants all across the country, I would often ride in the passenger seat with Dad (Mom and I would take turns driving the other vehicle because Dad never wanted to stop when we were traveling cross-country). For a time, he was having me light cigarettes for him so he could keep his mind on the road. After several weeks of doing that, I got the “divine” message that if I continued to light his cigarettes, I would get hooked on smoking, so I declined from them on. He understood, thankfully.

 

The same thing happened the year Mom put me on prescription amphetamines (!!!–this was before drug education was introduced to schools, mind you!) to lose the excess weight I was carrying. I got so hopped up on them that I remember being awake until 3 a.m. trying to think of ways to touch my feet to the ceiling. And I couldn’t wake in the morning until I’d taken a pill!  So by the time the first prescription ran out (probably about three months) I had indeed lost a heap of weight, but I received a divine message that if I refilled the prescription I would be hooked and unable to get off them. So I told Mom I had to stop, and told her why. She argued a little, but didn’t insist. I am forever grateful! That’s the only bout of “drug use” I ever had. I knew then and there that drugs could suck me in…

 

I’m utterly convinced that there are divine messages from divine messengers all around us. We just get so wrapped up in our day-to-day world that we don’t notice them much of the time.