I have received several messages from spirit during my life that were, at the time, “too unbelievable” for the logical mind, as spirit described earlier. It’s clear to me now that I needed tangible proof to penetrate through the walls I had put up around me, mostly in an attempt to protect myself from my own psychic sensitivities. One of the most memorable displays of spirit giving me a sign happened during the time I lived in Los Angeles in my twenties.
I had a good friend at the time named Tawny who invited me to lunch one day. We met downtown, and before our salads had even arrived at the table she told me that she thought she saw an angel and had to talk about it.
“I’ve been reading about angels. Did you know that they’re able to come to us in human form? They can help us when we need it, but we have to ask for their help,” Tawny stated matter-of-factly.
To be honest, I thought this was far-fetched, but I listened. She went on to tell me how she had been in a crowded elevator, at her workplace, with a man who had the face of an angel. The mysterious man smiled at her, and she felt warm in a way that she had not felt before. This was proof to her that there was truth to what she had read. Tawny wasn’t the most spiritual person I knew, so I was particularly intrigued. Frankly, I think I was a little jealous. Why had I not seen angels? As I was driving home from work that day, I said out loud, “Show me an angel. I want to see an angel appear.”
A few days after my lunch with Tawny, I was moving into a new apartment. My friend Adam was helping me with all the heavy lifting. At one point, as we were walking back down to get more things, I felt this strange, sudden sense of urgency that I needed a phone book. I felt almost shaky thinking about how much I needed one. At that time, it was standard for phone companies to deliver a phone book when you set up your phone service; however, even though I had called to set up my phone service over a week earlier, I had not received one. I was panicked. The feeling was so strong that I didn’t have the presence of mind right then to question myself.
“What’s wrong with you?” Adam asked, sounding both concerned and slightly irritated.
“I need a phone book!” I shrieked. “What is happening?
Why can’t I find one?”
I opened every cupboard in the kitchen and looked in every closet. I finally decided to call the phone company. Adam, who believed I was completely losing my mind, continued unpacking. When the customer service person finally answered, I frantically asked, “Where is my phone book? I ordered service and don’t have one.” The man on the other end of the phone explained that my book was scheduled to be delivered by the following week. I hung up, frustrated, and went to help Adam bring up more boxes.
As I got to my front door, an old man was walking toward me on the second-floor walkway. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and appeared to be very, very old. His face looked lived in and worn, wise and calm. He had more wrinkles than I have ever noticed on anyone else before or since. He was wearing a cowboy hat. This ancient and noble-looking man walked right up to me and handed me seven phone books!
“I heard you needed these,” he said to me.
I was so shocked, all I could manage to say was, “Thank you.”
He looked directly into my eyes, transmitting a peaceful depth that dissipated all the anxiety I had been feeling leading up to this moment, and then he turned around to walk away. I put the heavy stack of phone books on the floor and looked up again, and he was gone. Vanished into thin air. In just a matter of seconds.
The next week, the phone company delivered the phone book they promised. I called my dad to tell him about what had transpired, and he said, “You are being shown that you are protected and will always get what you really need, sevenfold.”
I asked for an angel and was delivered one that day. I clearly needed the help. I was in an uncertain time of my life. I had just moved from Los Angeles to New York City and back again. I felt lost. I didn’t have a clear career path or a close community of friends at that time. I was looking for answers but not finding them. Who am I? Where am I supposed to be? What am I supposed to be doing with my life? What is this all about? I felt purposeless, talentless, and restless. I believe that the intensity of my inner cry for guidance and assistance was heard by spirit and answered by the arrival of my weathered and beautiful angel—a messenger who came to assure me that I was not alone and that all would be well.
From Spirit Translator: Seven Truths for Creating Well-Being and Connecting with Spirit by Diana Cole. Copyright © 2020 by the author and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Publishing Group.
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