Angel Therapy w/Doreen Virtue–Scottsdale, AZ

Here’s my angelic story . . . besides the fact that my name is Angela. Angels, understandably, have been part of my life all my life.

At age ten: I saw an angel in our little church.

In the 80s: I found a place to fit in, at the midnight movie, Rocky Horror Picture Show — my obsession/love/lust for actor, Tim Curry, began and friends started calling meCurry’s Angel“.

In the 90s: I began reading the Doreen Virtue books on angelology.

In the 2000s: Hay House Radio (http://www.HayHouseRadio.com) brought me closer to the best and greatest metaphysical authors. I had a phone conversation, during a radio broadcast, with Doreen Virtue. In 2005, through Conscious One, I had another chance to speak with Doreen Virtue.

September 27, 2005: Lancaster, PA.

My boyfriend and I were going through a very rough custody battle for his daughter. He was controlling and I knew I would, eventually, have to leave him. I was about to turn 42-years-old, and for some reason this bothered me more than other birthday’s. I felt old. I was depressed and was thinking about going back on medication.

The panic attacks were happened every half hour, my quality of life was not good, in that sense. I felt I couldn’t go on like this. I was reaching for help and had gotten into some of Doreen Virtue’s books and joined a program called HEALING WITH THE ANGELS through ConsciousOne.

It included a phone call, live with Doreen Virtue. I called and, understandably, Doreen loved my name. I always call myself, Angela and sometimes Ang. I do not like to be called Angie. Never have. I will answer to it; I don’t love it, though.

She vacuumed me and my boyfriend. She confirmed I had to get away from him, soon. And then, the words that truly gave me hope saved me, really and encouraged me to seek more helpthrough spirituality; and temporary medication in the form of beta blockers.

What she said, though, regarding my panic disorder was the true healing words I needed:

The greater the fear, the greater the purpose. Doreen sweetly said to me.

The words permeated my being. It felt right. I knew, without a doubt as a rush of spirit rose from my solar plexus to my head, these words were correct.

About two months ago: On Facebook, on the Doreen Virtue Fan Page site; Mishka Productions was offering a contest – to win a free workshop in my hometown, Phoenix, AZ. Technically, in Scottsdale, AZ [a close neighbor of Phoenix]. I knew I had to enter. The contest was to write why you want to win the Angel Intensive Workshop. I wrote about the experience when I feel, via the healing words, Doreen Virtue saved my life in 2005. She and the angels, the vacuuming she gave me. I was very excited to finally meet her in person.

As I wrote my little short blurb, why I would like to win the workshop, I feltI’m going to win this.”

Three weeks before the program, as the “tour season” was coming up – and my employer would soon be making a new schedule for tour guides. I had taken off the fall and winter, as usual. I had had a cathartic winter. Besides utilizing law of attraction, flowdreaming and other techniques I was being a bit, and still have it somewhat (rains a lot in New York now); well, having symptoms of S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder).

I also knew a part of the depression was thinking about returning to being an NYC Tour Guide atop the double-decker, open-top busses. The last two springs and summers doing this job I had gone through sunburn (despite 45 SPF sun screen), several rough bouts of heat stroke (especially on busy days with four [4] tours in a row], bladder infections (never really enough time to take proper food or bathroom breaks) and getting soaked, head to toe and down through my underwear in rain storms when they hit suddenly.

My head and heart were, for months now, if not for over a year, saying “no more outdoor jobs”! At least, not outdoor jobs that keep me exposed to the elements on any sort of regular basis. Thus, right before I learned of my win, I put in my resignation from City Sights. I am still a card-carrying NYC Tour Guide, but no longer do I work for City Sights or any other tourism company.

Thus, I quit my job, knowing the Universe has a plan: In Law of Attraction, the Universe gives you signs on what action, called inspired action, to take to reach your dreams.

One week later, I see an email from Liz Dawn Donahue telling me to contact her immediately, regarding the Doreen Virtue Angel Intensive in Scottsdale, AZ.

I called immediately. I won!

There was a story, though, a very sad one. I was 2nd choice, last minute. The woman who won, and deservedly so, is going through chemotherapy for ovarian cancer. Due to where she is in her treatment, her doctor would not allow her to travel. So, Liz asked her to go through the entries herself, narrow it down to three and between the two they’d choose the winner.

I am blessed, they both chose me!!!

When Liz called, we discussed the details. I would have to be able to get myself to Arizona, though. For about ten seconds, I thought it wouldn’t happen, due to my current financial situation. Yet, I knew I was inspired to leave my job and the fact I won the workshop – I felt the Universe would provide me the means to get to the workshop.

Next time: The Angels Call Their Messenger Angel

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Day Ninety-Five (95): They Keep Pulling Me Back In . . .

Day NinetyFive (95): Thursday, June 3rd, 2010

95) Intent Can Bring About Radical Transformation

Alchemy blurs the lines between science and philosophy, between the magical and the spiritual. But always, in the end, alchemy is about change/transformation. When a person desires to undertake personal growth work, he or she in some ways joins the ranks of ancient practitioners of magic or spiritual shamanism, for that person holds a deep desire to evolve and attempts to manifest the result through desire, intent, and action. Such transformation can bring a sea change in his or her relationships with others, for as psychologists point out: it only takes one person to shift a paradigm. In relationships, that means when the individual changes, everyone around that person necessarily has to change too.

It was too hot after all day on the tour bus and then theatre hours. I asked to leave early from the theatre, just too damn hot.

I grew up “hot” . . . in Phoenix, AZ which we lovingly refer to as ‘Hell‘!

Just wanted to get this off my chest. Actually, I could use a few inches off my chest–but breast reduction is another story.

When I moved to New York — the girl from Arizona; where, on a good day, we reach 120 degrees; I ran across the infamous “but it’s a dry heat” excuse.

Do you who are not educated in the ways of our people … those who are hot and bothered most of their lives in places like Phoenix (Hell), Arizona or worse — Yuma, AZ. This is EXACTLY, no exaggeration, what DRY HEAT feels like.

Right now, go to your kitchen . . . turn your oven on to 120 degrees. Come back in ten or twenty minutes: Crawl inside your oven and sit there for eight to ten hours! That’s dry heat!

And just like you feel, crammed up inside an oven, burning up, cooking your own internal organs and cooking yourself to burning — that’s what dry heat of 120 degrees feels like if you breathe, walk or exert yourself in any way, whatsoever.

In Arizona schools, grade school, we learn desert survival and what to do for heat stroke! And kids constantly get heat stroke. They go out to play, in the 120 degree heat, and pass out and sometimes, die. As do elderly people. In fact, statistically, about 5 tourists a year lose their life in Arizona due to heat stroke! Generally, elderly people; still, 5 too many.

Yes, here on the East Coast, the humidity feels crappy . . . but, generally, you won’t drop dead on the street. Your body is like 80 or 90% water and where there’s humidity you are hydrated, to some degree … where there is dry heat, your 80 or 90% of you dries up and you croak!

In Arizona, we had daily heat alerts, too. And our malls are open late, so you don’t have to go out in the sun. The swimming pools, if you get in them at midnight, are like bathtubs! You don’t need to heat your pools in Arizona, that’s for sure.

Love, Light & Laughter,

Angela Theresa