On
November 16, 1993, in a middle class home in
Clear Lake, Texas, Deborah Powell's house
was broken into by burglars while her
youngest daughter Sarah was there alone from
school. Deborah came home and found her
daughter hog-tied, her hands tied to her
feet and having amnesia. Although she
couldn't remember what happened to her, she
was deeply depressed and because of her
amnesia, she had to relearn everything all
over again.
One
month after the crime, Sarah fell down and
had what appeared to be a seizure. Sarah was
diagnosed with having severe post-traumatic
stress disorder and it was during her
seizures that the terrifying details of the
crime would enter her memory. When the
burglars entered the home, Sarah became
hysterical. One of the burglars attempted to
smother her with a pillow. Fighting for her
life, she noticed a tattoo on the burglar
who was trying to kill her. When he realized
she had seen his tattoo, he became enraged
and struck her in the head. It was at this
point that she died and had a near-death
experience.
"After I left my body, I found myself waking
up underneath a tree in a place that seemed
to be the best place that anyone could
possibly be. It's the place I call heaven.
It is definitely the place where I want to
spend eternity. As I began to look around, I
saw a figure approaching me and it turned
out to be a good friend of mine. He had
passed away four days before. Brian walked
up to me and simply explained to me what was
happening to me. He said I was going to be
okay and that I was going to be spared for a
certain reason. I had something to do. He
said he had someone to introduce to me.
Shortly after, someone else walked up. It
was a tall man in a white suit and white top
hat who spoke in a British accent.
"He
said, ‘I am going to be with you for a long
time. I've known you all your life and I've
been your guardian angel all of your life.'
"He
said he didn't want me to be afraid because
of what was happening to me. I wasn't dying.
I would have to go back. Then he told me
that I was brought there to rest to gain the
courage and energy to go on and finish what
I'm supposed to finish.
"It
seemed like everything then started to kind
of fade out and then I was back in my room
before I knew it. When I woke up again, my
dog was licking me in the face and I didn't
know where I was or who I was or how I got
there or why I was tied up."
Something occurred while in the presence of
her psychologist who was making regular
visits to Sarah's home to help her regain
her memory.
"My
psychologist was trying to calm me down
because no one could. I was to the point
where I wasn't even trying to listen to
anybody. I was just rocking back and forth
and trying to sing to myself. While I was
talking to her, a light appeared. It
appeared as a circular shape and then came
down as a long oval. That was George.
"Immediately, I just stopped crying and
Sharon (her psychologist)
just seemed to be amazed. She said, "How
come you calmed down so quickly?" And I
said, "He says I am going to be ok and he is
going to take care of me now."
The
guardian angel Sarah met during her
near-death experience, who became
affectionately known as George, helped in
Sarah's emotional healing and reached out to
touch the lives of Sarah's family and
friends.
"I told my mother to sit down. I said I have
an angel and he is going to be with me
awhile to help us get through this. He says
he has been with me a long time since I was
a baby. He says that when I was a little
kid, I used to laugh at him because he had
this big hat that he had to push out of his
eyes."
When
Sarah's mother heard this she started to
cry. There was time when Sarah was two or
three years old when Sarah would laugh a lot
in her room. Her mother would peek in the
room and ask what Sarah was laughing at.
Sarah would say, "the man with the big hat
comes and makes me laugh all the time."
Sarah's mother even keeps drawings that
Sarah created of this "man" who made her
laugh as a child.
At this point in
her healing, Sarah would frequently receive
visitations from George. Sarah would
actually be able to see and converse with
George even though family members could not
see or hear him. Sarah was even able to have
George heal her friend who had suffered
constantly with various illnesses throughout
her life. When Sarah was fully recovered,
George prepared her for his departure.
George had a message he wanted to leave with
Sarah to share with others and he wanted her
to write it down. The following is the
message:
"You must
see that everyone within your reach
hears about what happened to you.
All of it. You must open their eyes
and give them hope. Dedicate your
soul to healing people simply by
talking and letting everyone know
how the world is changing. You'll
begin to get responses. Ideas will
come. Solutions to problems will
appear and the people will send you
letters supporting you. Some people
will be negative, but these are the
people who will be harder to reach.
Don't let them discourage you. You
have proven to be strong and your
family as well. I know you can get
through this and when you do, you'll
come out even stronger than before.
Through your mouth, they will hear,
because you are a child – a child of
God and a child who can bring hope
to God's people. Please stay
peaceful and one with God." -
Sarah Powell's Guardian Angel
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After receiving this message, George went
away and could not be seen by Sarah again.
Sarah has this to say about guardian angels:
"I think
everybody has their own personal
guardian angel. It's really amazing
to think that there's someone just
for me – someone that God sent just
for me. That's what I always think
whenever I feel down."
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Donna
Gatti is the owner of Angel Academy (www.angelacademy.com),
a website devoted to angel lovers, the study
of spirituality, and the attainment of
enlightenment. She is also the author of the
books
Angels and Alchemy and
When Angels Speak. Her stated goal is to
connect people with their guardian angel and
spiritual guides. As a translator for these
heavenly beings, she delivers personal
messages, word for word, from beyond the
veil. She describes what is called "The
Angel's Guarantee of Love, Honor, and Truth:
LOVE: You cannot imagine the depth and
magnitude of your angels' love. They smile
upon you as they observe the good things
that you do. When you make a mistake, they
encourage you to get up and keep going. They
shower you with loving thoughts and gentle
feelings as you struggle to overcome the
difficulties of daily living. Always they
are at your side, these faithful and wise
companions. In the morning, your guardians
greet you with warm enthusiasm, thrilled for
another new day of serving you. At night,
they stroke your brow with tender affection,
as you are serenely cherished. There is
nothing on Earth that can compare to the
power of an angel's openhearted love.
HONOR: Angels honor you for simply being
you. There are no rules in the spiritual
realm other than "to be." Therefore, angels
do not judge, condemn or criticize. You do
not have to say or do anything at all to be
worthy to receive. Angels respect you for
the brilliant light that shines forth from
your soul. You deserve honor because you
possess a noble spirit. As a child of the
Creator, you are spiritual royalty.
TRUTH: Telling someone the truth is an act
of love. Your angels want you to know what
is true and what is not. As the veil of
illusion is lifted, you will see yourself
and others differently. When you view the
world as it really is, pain and suffering
leave you. Grief and sadness dissolve into a
greater understanding. Peace of mind comes
to those who strive for truth.
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a. Donna Gatti's NDE and the Wonderful
Insights She Learned |
Within each of us dwells a mystic, a
powerful source of spiritual energy and
divine intelligence. This brilliant light
inside your soul longs to be set free, to
shine and radiate magic in your life. Allow
it to come forth and rejuvenate you. As the
angels refresh your memories of Home, you
will recall why you were born and what you
are here to do. You are a child of God, the
Creator of the Universe, and you have
certain unalienable rights. Step forward and
claim your inheritance.
My clients
have experienced the joy of communicating
with their angels; they have felt the love
that exists only in the hidden realms. At
this precious moment in time, I have been
given permission to perform this sacred
work. Many others have learned the names of
their angels and received heavenly guidance.
You can too. The world is changing. Soon,
everybody will be in direct communication
with his or her angels and guides.
My angels have granted all of my
requests, and your angels can do the same
for you. I am deeply indebted to these
marvelous beings of light, and they have
asked me to do only one thing in return:
"Bring
humankind nearer to us. We wish to
come closer to them, but their fears
place us at a distance. One tiny
step towards our dimension gives us
the permission we need to work
miracles in their lives. We long to
embrace them with love; we yearn to
guide them and whisper into their
mind's ear the words they need to
hear. We pray for them, yet they
cannot hear our prayers. They feel
desolate and alone. It is now time
for angels and humanity to come
together, to join hands with one
another, and to create Heaven on
Earth."
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My
first encounter with angels occurred in
1974. While undergoing a surgical procedure,
the doctor made a mistake, cut an artery,
and I lost too much blood to sustain life.
As my physical body lay dying on the
operating table, I rose up and surveyed the
situation. I noticed that the doctors and
nurses were upset, and were working
desperately to save me. In my ethereal body,
with my mental faculties and personality
intact, I went nose-to-nose with each one
and told them to relax, that I was okay, but
they ignored me. Frustrated, I moved higher
up, away from my body, and began to fly.
Gravity had no effect on me. Flying was
natural and effortless, sort of like
swimming underwater, but in an ocean of
brilliant white light.
During my
near-death experience, two Escort Angels
came to take me Home. Since then, I have
been in touch with the celestial realm. I
have seen angels as big as skyscrapers and
others as small as a pinpoint of light.
Archangel Michael, the Buddha, White Eagle,
Warrior Angels, sepia-colored cherubs, and
dancing light beings have shown themselves
to me. I have entered the Halls of Knowledge
and received instructions from the Great
White Brotherhood, an organization on the
ethereal plane that is dedicated to the
spiritual evolution of humanity. There is no
discrimination of any kind on the Other
Side. "Great" and "White" refer to the
loving white light in the higher dimensions.
As no one is above or below another, what
one can do all can do. I have seen, and you
can too.
I heard a kind and gentle
voice speak. Without my asking, the Voice
answered all the big questions about life.
Then, my smallest concerns were addressed as
if they were matters of great importance.
When the Voice told me why Aunt Bettie
married Uncle Fred, I giggled with joy and
contentment. My curiosity had been
completely satisfied, and I felt like a
child held in the arms of a loving parent
after a hard day at school. The Voice in the
Light had anticipated and joyfully fulfilled
my needs and desires, with good humor,
extreme love and enormous tenderness.
The nurse yelled, "We're losing her," and at
the sound of distress I was propelled
upward. The farther up I went, the brighter
the Light became. Two cherubs appeared, one
on either side of me, and we slowly drifted
to the corner of the ceiling. We
communicated through mental telepathy, which
is faster and more efficient than mere
words. They told me they were Escort Angels
and had come to take me Home. But before we
could go, I had to look at the body I was
leaving behind. She was twenty-five years
old and in perfect health, except for the
loss of blood and spirit. I determined that
the situation was not serious enough, and in
less than an instant I reentered my physical
body through the navel. I was back on Earth
and suffering from Homesickness.
I
looked up at the ceiling to see the Escort
Angels fly through the wall, and I became
emotionally distraught. I was embarrassed
because I had forgotten to thank them for
coming to get me. Years later, whenever I
thought about my lack of good manners, I
cringed inside. One day, I heard one of them
say, "Why don't you thank us now?" I
laughed, relieved that I could right a
wrong. I said, "Thank you," and I saw
balloons, confetti, and two tiny cherubs
dancing in celebration.
At the age of four, I suddenly recalled my
prior lives. Time stood still as I watched
my mother on her hands and knees scrubbing
the kitchen floor. The walls and ceiling
dissolved into nothingness, and the roof
disappeared from our house. A physical
sensation came over me, as if an unseen
force had placed a Cloak of Protection
around my shoulders. Mother's words could
not be heard above that peculiar rushing
sound of the ethereal silence. My spiritual
eyes witnessed a substance, which looked
like grains of black sand, being poured into
the crown of my head. At that precise
moment, I saw a long line of women who had
been my mothers in previous lifetimes. And I
knew, with that strange and wonderful sense
of knowingness, that I was not a helpless
child but a powerful spiritual being on an
extended journey, a long way from Home.
A similar episode occurred when I was
fifteen. Fighting in Vietnam had just begun
and our boys were going off to war. As my
girlfriends discussed the situation, I found
myself outside of present time. I was
transported to airspace over a battlefield,
looking down at the bloody carnage. I was
one of the dead soldiers wearing an American
Civil War uniform. I recalled rising up, out
of the confines of my physical body. But
before I (my ethereal body) could leave the
Earth's atmosphere, I had to view the scene
below. There was a lesson to be learned, and
it would reveal itself to me only if I
looked to find it.
While gazing at
the wounded young man's body, which I had
inhabited only seconds ago, I made a vow. I
promised myself that I would never again
participate in a war. To lose precious life
in a fight against my fellow man, a war
declared by men who did not shed a drop of
their own blood, was stupid and senseless. I
vowed to find another way. Since then, I
have reincarnated over and over again, but
always as a woman.
I work for the
angels. They give me a specific job to do
and all the help I need to complete it. My
first project was to act as scribe for "When
Angels Speak: Messages from the Keepers of
The Lion's Gate," which I co-authored
with Nadira Duran. It is available in
paperback at our bookstore.
"Angels
and Alchemy" is the title of my second
book, which was published in the summer of
2003. An e-book version will be out very
soon. If you love angels and want to know
more about what they do and how they do it,
this is the right book for you. Written in
novel form, "Angels and Alchemy" is based on
ancient wisdom and spiritual truths. The
story reveals secrets nobody knows unless he
or she has actually seen and conversed with
heavenly beings.
The angels made me
their writer, even though I did not go to
college and hold no professional degrees of
any kind. Universities cannot prepare a
person to do spiritual work. My credentials
are mystical experiences and encounters with
angels. I've been to the Other Side on many
occasions and have learned the language of
Spirit. It is important to know that
extraordinary things can and do happen to
ordinary people like me. When you know that
such wonders actually exist, then you begin
to dream of having your own. You can have
what you want and everything you need. All
is within the ream of possibility. First
one, and then another, until everyone has
the ability to travel with ease beyond the
veil.
My current task is connecting people
with their angels and spiritual guides. I
walk the bridge between Heaven and Earth, in
search of spiritual nourishment. The angels
have asked me to step forward and hold my
lamp high, so that those who seek can find
their way.
Donna
Gatti
Angel Academy,
donna@angelacademy.com
In Dr. Melvin Morse's book,
Parting Visions, the following angel
encounter is documented:
In my own
research I have found angels to be an
integral part of visions of all kinds. At
least 50 percent of the children in my
studies see "guardian angels" as a part of
their near-death experience. I have also
found that guardian angels lend their help
at other times of crisis, when a person
needs answers to bolster his or her flagging
spirit.
Angels are reported under a
variety of circumstances. Another report
comes from Dr. Frank Oski, a professor of
pediatrics under whom I trained at Johns
Hopkins University. Oski is not a new-age
guru. Rather he is a demanding pediatrician
with an encyclopedic knowledge of medicine
who insisted that his students come to the
hospital having read the latest
medical-journal articles. Yet to my great
surprise Dr. Oski has been touched by the
same mystical light described by people down
through the ages who have had visions,
including near-death experiences.
As a medical student Oski was
enthusiastic about the potential of modern
medicine, but frustrated by the fact that
children die of congenital defects that are
beyond anyone's control. One night he went
to bed pondering the fate of a dying
patient. Although he was doing his best, the
child was not improving. He felt powerless
to help and went to sleep wondering why this
child had to die. About an hour after
falling asleep Oski was awakened by a bright
light, one that shone in his room like a
private sun. Oski could make out the form of
a woman in the glow of the intense light.
She had wings on her back and was
approximately twenty years old.
In a
quiet and reassuring voice the woman
explained to the speechless Oski why it was
that children had to die:
"The angel
(I don't know what else to call her)
said that life is an endless cycle
of improvements and that humans are
not perfect yet. She said that most
people have this secret revealed to
them when they die, but that
handicapped children often know this
and endure their problems without
complaining because they know that
their burdens will pass. Some of
these children, she said, have even
been given the challenge of teaching
the rest of us how to love. It
stretches our own humanity to love a
child who is less than perfect,"
said the angel. "And that is an
important lesson for us."
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"Oski has been courageous enough to talk
freely about his experience. He has even
written about it for a major pediatric
journal. In that article he wrote, "I will
make no attempt to convince you as to the
reality of my story. But I would merely ask
that you keep an open mind on the mysteries
of life which occur to you on a daily
basis."
It was a bright summer day that Fourth of
July. We weren't planning anything special
since I had to work later and my husband
John was recuperating from neck surgery. The
following day was John's birthday and we
planned to do something that weekend.
But when he awoke, the pain was severe and
he had difficulty breathing. I called 911.
The last thing we suspected was that he had
a heart condition. The doctors suggested
immediate bypass surgery.
But before
they could operate, we faced another crisis.
The balloon pump that the doctor put into
the artery in my husband's leg had cut off
the circulation. A vascular surgeon was
called but I could see he was upset that he
hadn't been called sooner. If circulation
wasn't restored soon, John would lose his
leg. It was too much!
"God," I said,
"this time I will not ask you to save my
husband's life. He's been through so much in
the past thirty years." But I also asked God
for peace of mind, knowing that if he did
choose to take John home to heaven, I wanted
to know that John was with him. You see, in
all our years together, I didn't know how
John felt about God.
I prayed: "God,
give him to me whole or take his soul."
I closed my eyes and leaned back against
the wall in the waiting room. There was a
man standing in front of me. I kept telling
myself I was not asleep. I wanted to open my
eyes but I was afraid of losing the vision.
The man walked across the room and I
recognized him.
"Jesus," I cried out - at least I think
I did - for I was speaking with my mind. He
bowed to acknowledge my presence. Then he
walked to John's bedside, reached down and
touched his chest with both hands. Then he
touched both his legs, from the hips to the
knees. All the while I kept saying, "This is
real, I can't be dreaming. I know I'm not
asleep."
Suddenly, Jesus and John were standing
in front of me. Jesus had his arm around
John's shoulder. They both looked straight
into my eyes.
"Ann, you never have to
worry," said Jesus. "John is mine now and
always will be."
Then John spoke to
me. "Ann, for the first time in twenty years
I'm free of pain."
I was in such a
state of amazement I could barely believe
this was happening. Again I looked into the
eyes of Jesus and with all the burning
desire of a thousand questions, I said,
"Jesus, I didn't know you were so tall."
He smiled. And at that moment I was
compelled to open my eyes to make sure I was
awake. It wasn't a dream. Jesus was with my
husband. He's not the small, slight man he's
always pictured as being.
Fearful of finding John slipping away to
heaven, I walked slowly to his room. He lay
still. My heart stopped beating. Then he
turned to me and said, "I must have fallen
asleep for a while." I stood there
sputtering, wanting to tell him what I'd
seen. But what he told me took the words
right out of my mouth.
"A man came to see me just now," John
told me. "He said I wouldn't need surgery
today, and maybe I'd never need it. He
touched my chest and my legs with his hands.
He reassured me that everything would be
okay."
"Jesus was with you," I shouted at him.
"I saw the whole thing from the other room."
"I didn't say it was Jesus," John protested.
Whether it was or wasn't doesn't really
matter. John kept his leg, his heart healed
and he's alive two years after that amazing
hospital visitation.
The fact that John still suffers from
pain does not take away from the blessed
visit that we experienced that day in July.
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