I was looking through art, not for angels, when I saw your amazing work. I am intuitive, more and more the older I get. I had a very severe pneumonia a few years ago, I didn't realize at the time how sick I was, but I was hearing and seeing things in my fever that I can only explain now as probably due to being so close to death!
Since then I've dreamed of
angels. Only once. But too real to be a dream and THIS is what they
looked like! Pale shades of brilliant light. Taller than me (a lot
taller). I couldn't see their faces.
I was taken to like a 'meeting
room', and from what seemed like miles and miles away, although it only
took moments, my best friend's Dad (who had passed) was brought to meet
I said to the angels in GREAT excitement "it's Mr Murphy, It's
HIM"!!! I couldn't see them speaking, but they seemed to speak (I am not
crazy by the way). And they kind of 'chuckled' in good humor, and said
something like 'Yes, we know'. Amazing to see them, on your page!
hard to describe my experience entirely because there was SO much
emotion involved. I recall waiting with the angels and sort of actually
'knowing' what was about to happen, like when your parents took you to
meet someone at the train station.
When Mr Murphy came towards
me, he was fuzzy and seemed to come from a very long way away..although
it was only a few feet. He had an angel behind him, but I was focused on
Mr M. I was not allowed to go to him, I had to wait where I was, but I
was so excited, I was turning to the angels with me saying, "Here he
comes!". There were four or five angels there. When Mr Murphy was in
front of me they kind of surrounded us. I remember clearly, he was young
again, he even had a 'rosy glow' in his cheek and not a wrinkle on his
face. Mind you, I didn't actually KNOW him as a young man like that!
don't remember all of the conversation with Mr Murphy at the 'meeting
place' although it went for some minutes. I remember snippets like
ensuring I'd pass love to everyone and him asking me to reassure them
all. I said "they've been waiting for you to visit them" and he said "I
do visit, but they can't see me". I clearly remember we embraced and he
said "I love you".
I recall being sad when it was time to go
back, being comforted by the angels. I remember saying 'this is real,
this is really happening, not a dream' and them agreeing with their
loving good humor. I didn't feel ridiculed or like they were laughing at
me. I really felt that they were 'delighting' in my experience, like we
do when our children experience something we already know. Regards, Zela