"You've Got to Learn to Trust Me"

That's a quote from Jesus that His Angels delivered to me last week.

I admit it hasn't been easy waiting. It is the endless wait. Be careful what I wish for? When I was very young I wished I had been born as Moses in the story of The Ten Commandments. I envied the sacred experience he had at the burning bush. That only he had that benevolent experience before God or that God even knew Moses, or that God was indeed, real. I wanted that experience of PROOF myself even at a young age.

We know the phrase:

All Good Things Come to Those That Wait. 

It must've been whispered in someone's ear from mighty angels of God. Only Angels know the ultimate tribulation of "Wait" and what patience that requires of us humans. However, I found two different derivatives of the phrase. The first being "Good things come to those that wait" simply coined as an English phrase. Does that mean England? because doesn't every nationality in every language use a variation with their impatient, wiggling children?

The second reference of the phrase was used by Violet Fane in 1892. As a writer, poet and high society socialite. She was English. Her version was "ALL things come to those who wait". 

I've written before of all the spiritual, sacred preparations happening in and from Heaven's Realm so that I will be able to bring the Angels' voices to the people of this universe. There have been juries of regents and grand decision makers; blessings by countless Saints, and every week it seemed a different sacral ceremony to receive other "gifts" from Jesus. An arduous, complete dignified process none of us could ever imagine taking place where Angels Dwell. Any Christian follower knows that God goes before us and sets the path before we travel that narrow road but we've never known why and what occurs before it is realized in our material form. Endless days of approvals only come after days of sanctified and holy observations, all taken very seriously by those that make things happen. The test that we hear so much about. It is all more than a concept.

When the vast diaries I have meticulously transcribed from the nether reaches of divine channels are one day published, everyone will read then and realize why we should be grateful to have been chosen ~ and been asked to wait for something truly magnificent we want to happen in our lives. It is God that brings our dreams. It is up to us to claim every one in memorialized detail without shame or doubt but with pride.

Me? I am waiting for my Moses days that are coming.

The Annunciation & The Battle

There was fury and clamor. Wickedness challenging the righteous. Lightness quelling the dark. Good raging with evil. It was God condemning his enemy and I was in the middle. The target of the coup for both sides ~ each knew too well my value. It was I that was in the dark; living my life as any one of us sanctified to not remember the promises of God but it was Heaven's Angels determined to win because of my ignorance for they battled for God.

That's how my sacred annunciation began ~ listening to a battle for my soul. It's been a number of years now but the spiritual work continues. It wasn't controlled and civilized as you might have imagined it was for the Blessed Virgin Mary. Mine was violent and upending.

At the time that I began to hear them I remember being wholly soaked in fear. A fear I'd never known for it became like a 7th Sense; otherworldly and true. 

The first level of fear was the very idea that I could hear voices from Heaven and hell. Angels mixed with my passed on loved ones mixed with demonic forces mixed with whimpering, yelling, chains and savagery; proclamation and judgment. All of them there to claim their prize from whomever would be the winner of me. I cried because it was too soon to tell which forces would win; what evidence would release me. In that month of August it was five months too soon to hope the winner was God.

The second dimension of fear was that the voices weren't in my head, not in my mind but had filled the room around me and left their history recorded on tape. And the third, most significant terror I have known was the trespass. That I had crossed the line. That I had wandered, somehow, into a forbidden realm of existence ~ sacred and uninvited. What had I done? That I had disobeyed in the most atrocious and the most sinful. That I was meant to feel this sin to the depth of my soul. What have I done? I couldn't speak of it aloud for days upon days. Was it even real? And then I was brave. I had to shed the fear and claim myself, and I spoke of it aloud to someone I trusted, and the Angels, they heard.

"She said she can hear angels!"
"NOBODY can hear angels!"
"NO ONE is supposed to hear angels!"
"Michael is going to Jesus. He's taken his horse."
"Michael is going to find out what has happened!"
"Why hasn't God spoken of this?"
"Who is she?"
"She is the priestess. She is the anointed one."

They were all angels. Angels from Heaven not from the abyss. Voices as heralding and choir-ed as anyone could imagine and more. Voices that brought me to tears and enveloped me in love. For many, many weeks they worked diligently on my confidence in who they were and why they had come; telling me truth only I would have known.

And so the revelation began to unfold. Once Michael returned from Heaven all of the angels celebrated the truth he brought with him. For me, it took the better of two years to trust who was speaking to me; who's side of the great divide were the ones I was meant to listen to. It came quickly thereafter the vision of my appointment in Heaven. My sacred meeting in the Sacred Tower with my Lord Jesus ~ high above the fields of grandeur ~ Mighty carbon warrior angels flanked on either side of me where Jesus held my hands and instilled his faith in me. "You are the chosen one. We will prepare you."

Everyday His mighty angels remain by my side, speaking with updates of encouragement. I have collected hundreds of Heaven's Angels that are lining up to prepare and pave the way for the day that the people of the world will all hear their harmonious and powerful voices for that has become the Annunciation of Mia and all of Heaven is getting more excited with each passing day.

And I continue to say, "Be patient. His work is His miracle."

~ Love, Mia

What? Really?

One of the most frequent questions I get asked at my live presentations where I bring the Voices of the Angels for people to hear them is: How are you sure these are not ghosts or other spirits speaking?

Because I studied the voices of ghosts for a number of years before the phenomenon changed for me. I had a test model before the miracle.

Trust me. I'm a born skeptic. I question all kinds of things but thankfully I'm also a born truth seeker. If there's something scientific or environmental that I can discover the reasonable explanation on my own, I will set out to do it. I did it with fossils, I did it with 4-wheelin' banking, and many other quizzical oddities I've wondered about. I have found resolutions to big questions that have satisfied my need to question any further. I did it with ghosts and the phenomenal ability to hear them.

But here's the thing about ghosts . . .

They do not have the energy to speak for more than 5 or 6 words, tops. That's it. Normally their sentence length is 1 to 3 words max. This is in terms of recordable words. Audio recordable speaking like you and I do, not what psychics can hear. And not all psychic mediums are hearing full sentences either so they know what's a true spirit and what may be environmental vibration or outside interference.

Just as a medium can distinguish the supernatural from the tangible, so can I. Angels do not speak with an energy surge of limited words. No. They speak for hours. Any one of my sound files has entire minutes of non-stop speaking. Angels speaking, Mary speaking and the occasional visit from Jesus and a profound emergence from God once or twice. Though they finish sentences for each other, their message is constant. No ghost or lingering spirit in the paranormal realm has that capability. Ever.