Sunday, October 2, 2011

Angels vs. God

Times that present themselves to make me feel like sharing with random people that I can actually hear Angels (vs. sensing them), that I've been blessed with being able to audibly record them, a frequent question is: Then why don't they make ____ happen for you? Or once in a while a smartass will say a nasty like: Yea right. I see you haven't won the lottery yet!

People like those I'd rather not respond at all but instead, turning my other (ass) cheek, they too get my usual response: Because Angels aren't God.

And then I see the eyebrows lift, a faint tilt of the head, mouths pursed. Yep, I can tell they need some insight so I share just a bit of my Angel Michael part of the story.

When sound waves blasted through Heaven's Gates for me in August of 2009 and I was allowed to hear the commotion in Heaven, the warring Angels and my defending family, I thought for sure I stumbled into some huge spiritual mistake. So much angst that I dared not speak about it for days and days, fearing that God would hear me; hear that my trespass was even greater than what spurned the whole story to begin with, and huge wrath would befall me. Or hear that I pierced the Immaculate Sacred Veil and the miracle-by-mistake would be taken away. Seriously. I was that fly on the wall inside the most exclusive chamber the world can ever imagine, and I wanted to hear more. That, and I believe something greater has been hard at work protecting me from something equally wicked in hot pursuit in my lifetime. From a little girl this dark being has been hovering. But anyway . . .

When sound waves blasted through Heaven's Gates and after I called the Mighty Archangels for sacred intercession, and after they certainly arrived in all their GLORY, and they set to embattle the enemy in my home, Angel Michael wanted to know who I was and so he went to Heaven to find out. Only then did God and Christ reveal who I was and what my mission would be. So even Angels are not privy to all the details that God holds in His heart; the very details that each one of our souls are meant to accomplish.

So when I come across random persons that need to hear my usual response after I've shared my sweetly cherished gift, I know that God created the entire situation for only He knows that person, or persons, needed to hear something in my story, just by themselves, that resonates to His liking.

Then they can be left to ponder the mystery of it all the whole day long, and I'll be left knowing that as they are, my story touched someone once more.

Angels Abound . . . Mia

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Angels Woke Me Today

When Angels are talking to me ~ which is 24/7 now that they found out and accepted the fact that I'm their portal, or muse, I prefer ~ the sensation is like the top of my head is tingling with fast and furious teeny frequency charges. From inside my ears, up my temples and around to the point of my Crown Chakra, known as Elevated Vibration, I feel their winged vibration like current that passes through lighbulb filiment. And I have to say when this started happening just over 2 years now, I was really freaked. I can't do the description justice as I did in my book but every day it's more potent, and when the Angels really want me to plug into them (through my recorder) they have a way of wheeling up the pitch to make my ears ring ever higher. I can almost hear distinct words without the headphones I use to listen in playback. But they're working on that.

Soon, they say, you'll be hearing more clearly.

They can wake me from a dead sleep, yelling my name when they want attention. There are many earthly things they love that I provide them and are ever impatient to get me up and awake. They're respectful enough to tone down their vibration a few notches when they know I'm going to bed but as soon as they see a crack in my lids come dawn, AHA she's awake, chatter starts. At first a somewhat mild hum but I can't fool them no matter how I pretend I'm still sleepy. They just know I'm awake and we start our day.


If I have busy plans that need tending, again they tone down their activity. But I can stop at any point of my grocery shopping, business meeting, or even driving (which they love to go) to check if they're around me and Yep, they are, humming round my head.


I'm convinced that I'm not the only one truly hearing Angels. I think I'm just the first one to know the difference that the atmosphere around me is God's Immaculate Beings. The same ones that woke me this morning in utter excitement because we were spending the day in our old hood up at the lake.


Angels Abound . . . Mia

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Today I Awoke to Start This Blog

It was 4 am this morning when I woke in a funk ~ panic & tears, oh my.

Did I say it right? Were the words correct? Are there too many paragraphs? Is it resonating for crying out loud?!! Did I forget something important like plot?

Yes, I'm agent shopping. I've gotten 3 or 4 rejections in as many days and I'm crying ~ so full of senders remorse. I mean, come on! How do I sell a miracle? How do I convince total strangers that I hear Angels? That these Beautiful Mighty Beings not only speak but they record around me so the world can hear them? This is all they want ~ plus a few other things ~ but they want to be heard. They chatter constantly around me.

"Finish the story. Let the people hear us."

I have a whole choir in utter excitement that maybe today will be the day the story gets told; the story gets sold. That someone else gets excited besides our little world of bliss.

I mean, I get it. I understand the whole agent process. I've been down this road before trying to sell a fiction story some years ago. But this is different. This is not only nonfiction but it's not prescriptive nonfiction. Which means, according to the definition generated by the publishing world, prescriptive kinds of books sound pretty much like the Rx counter -- serious matters from serious scholars that cover serious topics. In other words -- books that don't tell a story but do a lot of telling. Go figure! More contrarium. It works for some books but not imaginery ones. We've teethed on "show, don't tell" instruction from every Creative Writing class and workshop ever taken -- but now, oh my, we're expected to "tell" what the book is about in a query letter to woo agents and editors. BUT the wooing has to be contained within parameters that vary from shop to shop, house to house, person to person. Guidelines are enough to give any creative mind a rustle from bed and turning on the light for the boogieman.

And though the fact that my story has Real Angels from Heaven, talking about Heaven, and Jesus, Joseph, Mary and Magdalene, that crazy conflict they had with the devil and his demonics, something about Saint Peter, this is not prescriptive nonfiction but it's pretty damn serious!

How oh how -- what oh what -- do I have to do to convince the publishing world I'm not crazy? That these are not voices in my head 'cause if they were they wouldn't be in my tape recorder. Heck, they could happily hear the Angels' voices themselves if they just took the time to call me up, send me an email, make an appointment -- I would skip to ma-lou bring my laptop & the exquisite proof they need to shed Light where the dark's too thick. They don't have to sign me but geez -- at least be curious enough, through my eloquent query letter, to try a sample listen.

Or what is it, since I can hear Angels words, the first EVER that's supposed to indicate I'm now the walking dead? 'Cause you can only hear Angels just before you pass from this world? Maybe so. I certainly feel invisible. . . except to the Angels. They and God see me perfectly fine.

Just let the Angels be heard and then decide. The miracle of who they are holds not an iota of doubt in their voices. It will bring a grown man to tears without watching his team lose the Superbowl. I'm just so frustrated. There are yet some 'friends' that used to be because they couldn't understand my passion about Angels' voices either.

So now that I have a place to vent about it, I'm marching on. I will continue to knock on doors. I wiped the tears from my cheeks this morning at 4:30 am when I heard God's voice come to me in the dark. He assured me once again that He entrusted this miracle to me because He knew I would know what to do with it. Yea, I can hear Him, too. I can blog about that another day.

So please have faith all you agents out there. I will find the right one that truly believes in miracles.

(and now the rain just whipped up, pouring like buckets full of whitewash outside my living room window where I'm working with the Mighty Light piercing through the clouds. this is not a dark and gloomy rain but a Lighted one continuing to keep me from the dark.)