Angels first came into my life when I was three. My mother left me outside a small grocery store while she was shopping. I was playing on some cinder blocks and it was getting dark. Suddenly three beautiful people with a glow around them came up to me and said they would stay with me while my mother was shopping. They laughed a lot and said maybe they were gypsies and would steal me, as I had white blond hair and they liked that. I played with them for quite a while and when my mother emerged from the store, I told her about my friends but she couldn’t see them. They just nodded at me, winked, and disappeared.
A long time passed before they came into my life again. This time I was desperate. My son’s father had gone away and my child and I were completely alone. His father had left a mound of debt that was crushing. I wasn’t sure how I could deal with the situation his father had thrust us into and I often woke with my heart beating so hard I thought it would burst – I feared that I would die in the middle of the night and my little boy would find my dead body. I had nowhere to turn – my family was far away and I was reluctant to burden my friends more. I sat on the edge of my bed one morning and thought about jumping off the Bridge. I knew I would never do that but it was so appealing that I got really scared.
It was at this time that Peter came to me.
I’d forgotten what had happened to me when I was little and actually believed in angels but thought I would never experience anything like that. I’d even used a wonderful book “Ask Your Angels” which I highly recommend, but using their techniques did not put me in touch with angels.
Being at the end of my rope and surrendering totally did.
There were lots of other horrible things associated with this – my brother’s death, other deaths, legal issues, and I thought there was nothing left for me – so as I sat on my bed, I just looked up and squeaked “Help!”
The minute I did this, a voice popped up. Right there. Just like someone else was in the room. It was a male voice and it said, “FINALLY!! Finally, she’s asking for help!”
It was so real that I looked out the window to see if my neighbors were having a loud conversation. Nobody was there.
The voice spoke again. “Well, you don’t have to do anything I say, but if you want me to help you, I have a few suggestions.”
GULP! I have a Ph.D. in Psychology and I thought “GREAT! Now I’m having auditory hallucinations on top of everything else.” But I replied to the voice: “Er. Who are you?”
“You can call me Peter. Do you want some advice?”
“Um. Well. Sure.” Why not? Though if I kept this up, being put in a locked facility was a definite possibility. I worried about my boy again, but I said, “Sure. Go ahead.”
“First I want you to go shopping.”
“What!!!” Shopping? This is ridiculous.
“Yes. I want you to get some nail polish and some nice creams and bubble bath – all that girly stuff. I’ll tell you what you should get.”
Holy crap. Shopping. Ooookkkaayyyy.
My little boy was at his friend’s house, and this felt better than sitting on my bed fretting, so I went along with it. “Just nothing too expensive – I’m on a budget.”
“No worries. Let’s go.”
So I walked down to the corner drugstore, with this Voice chattering away in my ear. At first, I thought it might be my brother who died the year before of complications from AIDS. He’d told me he would come to me to show me he was still around so I asked the Voice if I could call him by my brother’s name.
“I’m not your brother. He’s not ready to talk to you yet.”
And away we went. The Voice had me pick out nail polish (I hadn’t worn that in years) in a vivid, blood-red color (the Voice nixed my choices as not dramatic enough) and it even had me get some cheap but good lavender bath salts.
When I got back home, the Voice just kept on talking, giving me advice (I admit it was good advice) about my situation. I asked it to go away when I took my bath and it did.
Strange thing was, I started to feel better. Hey – it was just my own “Higher self” right? No need to freak out. I didn’t have to look up the code in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Psychiatric Disorders. I was O.K. Self-nurturing behavior! Hey, if I hadn’t been fretting so much and so worried, I could have thought of this myself.
Unfortunately, later, when my very best friend in the world house-sat for my cat when I took my boy to his grandfather’s place in Florida (plane ticket from my dad, who helped me so much), she used a ouija board in the house. It was a joke gift from me to her – a New Age Ouija Board.
Later, when I finally talked to her about my experiences with the angels (there were more – I’ll post about them) she told me her part of this experience.
I may have gotten angels, she definitely got demons.
More later,
Carolina
Here is more:
My friend’s story is hers to tell. All I can relate is what I experienced and what occurred when I talked to her & when she came to stay at my apartment again (later for that).
Usually, my friend and I were so busy that we communicated only once or twice a year. In the late Summer of 1997, when I was still grappling with my experience (is it real?) I felt the need to call her. The first thing she said was “Please don’t take this the wrong way – I had to burn the ouija board.”
I was stunned. The fact that she had destroyed my gift to her didn’t bother me – I asked why she felt she had to do this. She went on to tell me that all that Spring and Summer of 1997, she had been troubled by entities that had assaulted her, put her through endless tests and made parts of her body numb. What she was going through sounded awful and I felt guilty but the angels who were with me told me that Peter (the first of them to help me) had “opened a door” in the apartment and her unwitting use of the ouija board in the house had invited an entity to attach to her and follow her to her home, 60 miles away. Peter had been reprimanded for some of his behavior with me (more on that later) and had been sent away, and I was given Joe, an incarnating angel who had been killed in Vietnam and could prove to me that he was real. He gave me his name, date he was killed and other information I could not have known. He was not familiar with the internet, and asked me to contact the military for his death records, but I found them on the Vietnam Wall site. When I found his records, the “rational” part of me tried to explain it away, but ultimately, the miracles that happened after that convinced me to let go and accept the experience.
First, I didn’t know that angels ever incarnated. Apparently there are some who do. Second, my mind kept coming up with alternative explanations that fit the hypothesis that I was either crazy or my experiences had roots in the physical world, through a distorted lens of perception, so maybe I wasn’t crazy but was misinterpreting normal events.
Around this time, my brother, who died of AIDS in 1995, started to show up. He turned on an amplifier that I used to play tapes and had it programmed to KALW, a local PBS station that had the BBC news. The problem was that he always turned up the volume and turned it on full blast at 2 AM! It always woke me and I’d go into the living room where the amplifier was, and turn it off. In the process of turning on the amplifier, he also zapped the programming so I kept having to reprogram the amplifier-radio to my station. I got pretty fed up with this night after night, so I asked him out loud to cut it out – I get it! He’d promised to do what he could to show me he was still around (life after death – we’d discussed this before he died) and I appreciated that. Pamela Heath, an MD and Dr. of Paranormal Studies later told me that the deceased often could affect electrical equipment. Once I spoke to my brother and gave him an alternative method of contacting me (turn it on during the day – I always checked it when I got back from work) his visits became less frequent.
So there was a lot to convince me that this experience was real. Which meant that the awful things my best friend was experiencing were just as real.
What to do!
More Later,
Carolina
Here is more:
I was horrified to find that my friend was attacked by the entity that had attached itself to her. She had even gone to a priest, who did an exorcism, but the entity remained. Even the angels around me were unable to budge it much.
When she came up to my apartment overnight, I experienced a little of what she was going through. I had a nightmare where a thing that looked like a toad made of dark blob-like energy tried to get into the electromagnetic field (we apparently are all surrounded by this – some people can see it and call it an aura – according to my physicist friend) surrounding me, but my angels fought it off with Light and I finally kicked it with my leg. I woke shaking. My leg was sore, but it had not gotten into my energy field.
My friend will have much more to say about her experience if she wants to.
My experience with the angels kept shifting. Sometimes I thought I was completely nuts, but most of the time I took their advice and whenever I did that, things got better for me.
The only negative in this experience was the first angel who helped me, Peter. He overstepped his position, got too close to me, too close to what they called “dense matter” and took advantage of my fearful, depleted state. He started stealing energy from me in different ways (more on that later) and was forced to become a “walk-in” taking a body that another soul had left.
I’ll see if I can write more on this tomorrow – it was the most crazy-making experience I’d ever had. Thank God the other angels sent Joe to me so I could see that the experience was/is real.
More later,
Carolina
Here is more:
Peter, the first angel who came to help me became my best friend. It was so incredibly magical to have a Presence around me to guide me through the landmines of raising a child alone and trying to keep my head above tricky financial waters. Peter was warm and supportive at first, then got closer and closer, until he entered my dreams and we became “lovers” (for want of a better term – it was amazing; he was plugged right into my nervous system and the experience was so much more than I had ever known). This was a big No-No for them. The angels are on a completely different level of existence (I was told this after they took Peter away) and the “relationship” was completely unfair. I spoke with a woman who had experienced the same kind of thing (“sex with angels”), and she told me that the important thing for a human experience all boils down to “who sleeps on the wet spot.” I loved her down-to-earth acceptance and approach to my dilemma. She told me she had experienced this as well (she was a researcher in New York – a Ph.D. herself and had also struggled with the “is this real???” for years). She concluded that it was real and her “lover” was also taken away by the other angels and forced to become a “walk-in.” These terms were not familiar to me though I thought I was pretty up on the esoteric subjects. I certainly learned a lot!!
I have much more to add but I’m out of time now (answering posts took a while). I’m curious though – has anyone else out there experienced sex with angels or ghosts? I NEVER thought I would be drawn into something like that. It made me even more certain that I was completely bonkers, though I applied assessments to myself that my mentor in forensic psychology taught me: was I able to hold down a job, keep myself clean, take care of my son, keep my house clean, have a social life? All of the answers to those were “yes” and still here I was hearing (and seeing and feeling) an “entity” who claimed to be an angel.
Totally F—ing nuts!
More later,
Carolina
Here is more:
At the point when the other angels forced Peter to become a “walk-in” because he had broken some angelic rules by his “second chakra” violation (hey – I thought it was just some cool hot dreams and I’m a romance writer so it gave me material for my books) things started to deteriorate until I worried that I was starting to experience the negative side of “entity” experiences – not as bad as my friend had experienced, but stuff started to happen that had me questioning my sanity just about every minute.
First, the good part: the angel who replaced Peter (I called him “Raphael” though he did not give me a name and was amused that I gave him an archangel’s “designation”) was much more “angelic” in nature. He was more distant but not at all cold. His guidance, along with Joe (the incarnating angel who was killed in the Vietnam war) got me through a completely harrowing experience when in the middle of the night my son woke and could not breathe. My boy was little and whenever he got an upper respiratory ailment he became asthmatic. His condition was worsening and the doctors told me to take him to the hospital right away. I didn’t have the money for an ambulance (without authorization from his primary care physician, I would have to pay) so on Raphael and Joe’s guidance, I wrapped my little boy in a blanket and carried him out to my car. This car was on its last legs. I hardly ever used it because it would die the minute my foot eased up on the pedal. Turning left against traffic was impossible. I was terrified but Raphael and Joe said it would be okay. They talked me through it – the car started okay and ran just fine. I got my son to the hospital and they put him on medication so he could breathe.
The minute he was okay, we got in the car and it kept dying at every stop sign and stop light even though I kept one foot on the accelerator and one on the brake. What had they done to keep it going that night?
Joe was a great guy – funny, caring and strong. Yet he also succumbed to the lure of the “second chakra” – what is it with these angel/ghost/entities anyway? I asked Raphael (who never got close enough to be affected by Svadisthana) and he said that it was tremendously difficult for any of them to get too close to someone “in dense matter.” They thought Peter could handle it but what he had started was immensely against their code and they would only allow angels (they still insisted that this is what they were) who planned to incarnate anyway come near me. So Joe plugged right into my nervous system and I thought “What the hell, why not?” And I went along with it. Later on, when I learned more about kundalini and experienced it rise, I understood better and now have an angel with me who is assisting with the awakening experience instead of messing with my Svadisthana. Peter was supposed to be doing this but the lure of sex was just too strong for him. He could not transmute it.
Now the bad part: Peter came back from time to time to see how I was doing but it kept getting crazier. He claimed to have “walked in” to the body of a celebrity but I could find nothing that indicated that the person he claimed to be had experienced a near death situation. I found myself going around and around trying to discover the truth but finally had to let go. I went to a psychic I trusted who told me what I had experienced was real (the angels) but that Peter was not who he claimed to be. That freed me from the crazy-making part of this experience.
My friend’s experience was much more severe. She is strong so she kept it away to the best of her ability and went to many people who had experience with releasing entities, but it is still stuck in her electromagnetic field. I’m hoping that someone who reads this has experience ridding her of this nuisance contacts me – we have tried just about everything.
More later,
Carolina
Here is more:
The angels (or whatever they are – you decide) made it impossible for Peter to contact me “on the other side,” that is, I can’t hear him anymore, which is fine because his “I am so-and-so big celebrity” was too crazy-making.
Now I have James with me (the name is just a “designation” they don’t call themselves anything. Since they are all connected, they have an essence they can access and know who is who but for this “realm” they use names. Apparently James was my father during a lifetime in Britain during the Plague years. My mother died giving birth to me and he was left to care for me, using a neighbor who had just had a baby as a wet nurse. He was very simple and humble – good at building things, so his main source of support was making things for people.
According to him, all of us are born “awake” but during the indoctrination of childhood, we lose our awakened state. He tells me that I did not lose this during that lifetime because I had earned enough credits in my prior lifetime to keep the awakened state. He took me with him to fairs and markets where he sold his chairs, tables and simple crafts and people who were around us started to feel better because by proximity, he was beginning to awaken and that affected them.
Unfortunately, we both came down with the plague after nursing others who had it. I was five years old and he was quite young – in his 20s. He made sure that I died first so I would not be alone with his body. Everyone else in our area had already died or were dying. Once I died, he let go and crossed over so I would not be scared.
Being with James is quite different than being with Peter or the others. They all have a different “feel” to them, though they use the “filing cards” in my brain to communicate with me. I can see them with my eyes open but they all look like abstract shapes of Light. When I close my eyes, I see them with bodies.
Well, there is the bell – it’s one o’clock and I have to go back to work!
More Later,
Carolina
James continues to teach me how to correctly access kundalini energy in the physical and etheric body to go into Bliss states and states where there is no thought at all. I wish Peter had done this instead of the drama we got into. Oh well . . .
I still do not know for certain what this experience is – Is it real or is it Memorex (only old folks remember this commercial). Is it real or is it digital/virtual reality?? What is “reality” anyway? I have a friend who is fully Awake who has seen the world as a hologram for years. He is one of the happiest people I have ever met.
And what is wrong with being happy? Happy for no reason at all. A truly happy person would not blow himself and others up. A truly happy person would not build an atom bomb.
If you disagree, please go ahead and do so. Just sign in and post. I try to get to my admin status Monday through Friday. I have to approve posts because 95% of the posts are “Bots” or spam. Please let me know you are responding to a specific post.
The experience continues, so more later!
Carolina
Here is more, as of 10/13/10. I got back from India last month, trained to initiate people to give Deeksha (Shakti).Truly a Gift from God.
Oops – have to go!
Later,
Carolina
Sorry – the Assistant Vice Chancellor just walked into my office during my lunch hour and needed some data so I had to run.
Okay – so I still have Angel James with me. But now I have the “God-Within” with me since my last time in India. It is so very sweet to be able to “walk and talk with God” as they told us in India. Many thousands of years ago, everyone “walked and talked” with God before the Rift. We have been in the Kali Yuga cycle for a very long time but are moving out of it, so God is reaching out to us. We certainly need this, don’t you think? Just look around you.
The Hindu view of God is that you and God are just two points on a continuum. You are God!
However, this is a place of duality (can’t be otherwise at this time – who knows what will happen as we approach 2012?) so our experience of the God-who-is-with-you-and-also-with-everything is still subject-object. A separate Being. Still, when I had this experience, I was surprised. This God is not higher than me. We are face-to-face and it is such a Blissful experience. Even when He has to say “No” to things I want.
Anyone can experience this. If your experience of God is of Jesus, that is how God will appear to you. If It is Krishna, that is how God will appear to you. If you relate to God as a Universal Energy, God will relate to you that way. If you are Atheist and want no relationship with God at all, God will relate to you that way (except in some Karmic situations when you are needed to do something, there may be Intervention). After all, God is God.
They told us it is better to have a more personal relationship with “your” God so the conservative religious folks are right about that! The only difference is that there is not just one way. God will appear to you and relate to you in the way you see God (Prema Bhakti). So if you see God as a distant, judgmental punishing Deity, God is forced to relate to you in that way. If you see God as a loving Savior, that is how you will experience God.
I’ll save details of my own experience for later. My – I used the “G” word a lot! Have at me!!
Carolina
Well so far most people responding have been people with something to sell. Nevertheless, even though my son told me the replies were “bots” scouring the internet, if they looked like they were somewhat reacting to a post, I answered them.
I wonder why there has not been more controversy about having sex with angels? I wonder why no controversy or arrows aimed at me for the assertions above?
I suspect very few “real people” are coming to this site. Please prove me wrong and comment to this blog! I have tried to keep up with the comments. If your post looks like spam I will delete but if you comment specifically, I will reply (even though it may take a while).
New post coming soon!
Carolina
Well, not so soon!
I’ve been working 7 days a week.
Life is really very different from what I “thought” it was 
The angel with me now, James, introduced me to the In-dweller, the Antaryamin. With this Being as my Guide, I feel completely blessed.
May you be Blessed with your version of the Antaryamin – Jesus, Buddha, Mohammad, Jehovah, or whatever your conception of the Divine is for you.
Love,
Carolina
