It's About Time

Angels refer to time repeatedly. Their time is our time. They live through us. In ways people cannot comprehend, Angels live through us. We all have The Angel Component dwelling inside our bodies. We just forgot it was planted there, attributed automatically into our DNA it blends with our spirit to keep us connected to the divine realm.

Angels know time is precious. Just like some of us believe. And there's a reason for that feeling of appreciation.

Angels want us to wake up. To pay attention. To believe that something surreal and divine and miraculous is absolutely possible and just at our fingertips. They get so frustrated waiting. Waiting, waiting and waiting. They're bored out of their gourds. They have these specific assignments they're supposed to accomplish in our lifetimes. But you see what happens when we're not asking, What it is I'm supposed to do before I leave this plain, they can only direct us so far. The beauty lies in the asking. "Ask and you shall receive" is written in the Scriptures, a bit of a puzzle itself.

This doesn't mean to ask for lottery winnings. Or ask to be rich and famous. It has to be in accordance with what you agreed to in the Akashic Library, before your birth. Then was the time to sign up, to choose how you would live this next time around for if you were rich and famous once before, new lessons cannot be learned to serve our soul's mission if you come back to make the same mistakes. It's always about learning new lessons and sometimes choosing poverty has been one of them but it can also be shared with reward.

Angels cannot interfere with those Sacred Agreements. They can only help you along. And part of your coming here included forgetting the details of that agreement but if you truly, humbly, sincerely ask for divine guidance to be shown again what it is you're supposed to accomplish, Angels will flood you like nobody's business.

Go ahead. Ask the Archangels to help you remember who it is you're supposed to be, or where you're supposed to work or move to. They will leap at the chance to help you. Archangels, powerful beings able to bring about the greatest of changes, are completely non-denominational. Their only role is help you be happy and fulfilled in this world so that you can have the life you were meant to live. We've all had feelings of: "What am I doing? This doesn't feel right."

You're right. Your feelings are not betraying you. Those are nudges from your Guardian Angels trying to wake you up. They are your go between to greatness. When you truly connect to what drives you inside, you will know and there will be no doubt.

I encourage you to visit my website to herald the help of Angels into your life. Ask to be shown your way. Soon after calling them you will be filled with new ideas, new goals, new means to the way you were meant to travel. They guarantee it!

Click the link at the end of this sentence to be transported to the Way to the Angels.



Beautiful Creature

A week ago Sunday I had doors and windows open to let in the spring air and a beautiful creature hobbled in with it. Skin and bones and fur and tangerine, it was an ancient stray cat looking for a soft place to rest one last time. I nursed him along as best as I could but I was no match against the time it spent on this earth and the ravages taking place inside its delicate body. Everything was failing this beautiful creature; sight, hearing, balance, hips but not it's beautiful meowing mixed with endless purring. It talked purr.

I don't know where it came from, crept out from a foreclosed property or deplorible condition somewhere but it found me. It knew the angels were in the presence others can't see. It knew it would have love one last time in this realm before going to the next. And it knew it wasn't going to be much longer before angels would come to get it.

Rest in peace beautiful creature. You brought tremendous love with you and I was honored to love you for a few days in return. You are a beautiful angel.

Heshe Tangerine RIP 4/24/12

Angels are Gleeful

It's been almost 3 years in the making ~ Telling the story, as the angels have called it. Called it, called it and called it. But I had issues you see. I didn't trust the source. When your senses become activated like mine did, virtually over night, it freaks you out.

Remember that scene in the movie Ghost when Oda Mae Brown (Whoopi Goldberg) is in her seance room scamming everyone that she can "hear" the spirits but she can't until she can suddenly hear Sam Wheat (Patrick Swayze)? And then he's all excited that she can hear him?

That's how I felt hearing angels and demons and my family on the other side, hearing the preternatural battle.

"I can hear them! Oh my God, I can hear them!" I went on when I finally had the nerve to say it out loud.

And that's exactly how the Archangels felt, too.
She can hear us. Why can she hear us? Angel Michael had demanded.

What made it worse is that it wasn't enough that I heard, or I should say record to help me hear for I'd heard voices of ghosts all the time but those were ghosts in the existing atmosphere, a realm scientifically proven to be tapped into. In one day I had not only become a medium but one that excelled the known realms of dimension. Where do you go with that?

And after Angel Michael had a meeting with God and learned this was in the coming, I then became the angels' channel. A Clear Channel as I learned. I admit I'd always been intuitive and sensitive to hearing subtleties of a psychic nature and had a divinity thread connecting me to God but this elevated me to the beyond. To make matters worse, I'd never heard of anyone capable of the same attunement.

It took some time for us to cohere, easier for them for they had Jesus and Mary and Magdalene they could see and visit with. I had a mixture of good and evil telling me things, so many things I didn't know what was true. And so the delay of these 3 years had set in. I did not want to go forward with this book without Heaven's blessing. There are things, negative things, one cannot freely put out into the atmosphere without consequences. Some could be grave and I have been a target more than once for dark entities to mess with. I realize that as someone who has worked with the supernatural realm almost a decade now. It could only happen with the protection of Heaven's saints, stalwart warriors and the Lord's commission.

It got to the point of comedic fury that all of Heaven was yelling at me, Tell the story!!

And now I have at least begun to tell the story. The first is in the marketplace. The Angels helped create the book trailer and their excitement over the accomplishment is through the roof, er, clouds. They are gleeful, indeed.

Well, Well, Well . . .

Instead of posting some messages from the angels I collected Holy Weekend, I decided to do something fun today ~ not that listening to angels isn't fun. I'd been getting a nagging for something E X T R A fun . . . I played with Jesus. Yes, that's right. And look, there's a new tab for Him ^

All I can tell you is this . . .

2 days ago I was really frustrated with a few things about life realm and divine purpose. And so, as I am, I asked God and Jesus, "What more can I do?" and not even a full second of that question passed when my iPhone dinged with a new email. I thought it might have been a text I was waiting for but no. It was an email. From a marvelous friend that lives local who sends out monthly newsletters on a topic near and dear to me: angels and inspiration.

Wouldn't you know just as I asked, "What more can I do?" the simplest newsletter of inspiration appeared and all it said was, "Play."

I guess finally today it played out and I went and played with my video maker that I haven't tackled for a really long time. (I always have to re-teach myself these things that I teach myself to do in one day. Like the blog. After I've crammed the lesson into my brain, I'm petrified to revisit the task panes to re-figure it all out again. But that's for another day.) Video Maker really throws me for a lesson-loop but I kept things easy and just clicked on a previous one to see what the heck I did. I really wanted Jesus to finally have His day. I'd been saving some of His recordings for my special book editions that haven't been developed yet but since it's Spring 2012 the Sunday after Easter, Jesus is the Beau-tillion of His own Social Debut.

And so this post is about Jesus. My play date for today. I've made my Prince of Light an amazing voice video I'm happy to share on His own page on His own tab. Please, please enjoy!

~ My Love, Mia

What a great feeling ~ What a great epiphany

I have completed my first narrative nonfiction work THY KINGDOM COME.

It is available on Amazon for Kindle and you can download there. Just click on the book's image in the right margin here to take you to the Amazon page or search Amazon "Books" either by my name (that's a capital "D" and another capital "D") or the full title of the book: Thy Kingdom Come: Piercing the Sacred Veil ~~ I never knew, or realized (chagrin), so many would love my title so much that vast others have used it for themselves.

But really, I'm so proud of myself seeing this through. I had stuck to my guns (no bullets, damn it) for too long upon long trying to woo a freaking agent; wanting to go the traditional route, since I was 7 years old for crying out loud ~ and no, I don't feel like I sold out.

I feel empowered. Even if there are hardly any sales to sniff of, it's a tremendous feeling I have. I can now digitize my other fiction work and get it out there. Such an amazing feat. <pat-pat to my winged shoulders>

Mostly I want to make mention of how this is what writer's have always had to experience.

From the turning of time, publishers have shut doors on authors as far back as Way Before Christ. All kinds of artists that believed in their work found back doors to go through ~ to find ways to express their gifts, express themselves, express their worth and what they brought with them to this world. We have not come that much farther in this latest century, the year of 2012, and shame on those that close doors. Free spirits will always find new ones that are outside the frame that holds a damn door.

Writers, musicians, poets, painters, actors, comics will prevail, will persist and will always find their bliss.

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

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

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.)