2013 in Review

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The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 13,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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Send Me An Angel: Seeking Faith

My religion is a religion of sharing, not of following. It is a religion of LOVE.

 ~Osho

NOTE: https://angelaura28.wordpress.com/2011/09/25/gods-unconditional-love-and-its-conditions/

Age 10

When I was ten years old, I was learning about the real meaning of faith. Our little A-frame church had a tapestry above the pulpit, in bold purple letters, stating that the “greatest virtue of them all” was faith.

I asked my mother, father and my Sunday School teacher to explain to me exactly what faith meant.

The answer was clear; to know, deep in your heart, that your belief is true.

All my life, up to that point, my upbringing told me to believe in God, Christ and Heaven. As far as I could remember, I had never actually seen or heard any one of them. Sure, I was beginning to understand that a beautiful day was God, my mother’s beautiful singing was God and Jesus was always with me. I had no proof. Nothing tangible.

As for Heaven . . . what did I know of this? It was in the sky and everything there; including my grandparents, are happy, safe and live in bliss. I wasn’t sure, exactly, what that meant, though.

West Congregational Church

Every night, of course, I said my prayers and according to our minister, I could pray for whatever I wanted. I asked for a sign. A sign to let me know, without doubt, that Jesus was really there. That He was really true and not just in my imagination.

You see, I had prayed for quite a few things and many of them didn’t come to me. I prayed a lot, too. Also, as my mother taught me, I was grateful for all the things I did have or received. Still, if God could do everything, and I had faith, how come not everything happened as I prayed?

What I wanted most, though, was true faith. I wanted so much to believe. And I was finding that very difficult because I couldn’t see God, Jesus or even Heaven. I saw the sky, no doubt, but I didn’t see my grandparents or my Uncle Pete who was the first person I ever knew to die. He died when I was seven years old. One night, about a year after he died, Mom and I saw Uncle Pete and his truck on the side of the road. We both saw him clearly and he waved at us! When we turned around and went back, there was no truck and no Uncle Pete. Thus, to my mind, he wasn’t in Heaven; he was there, in Phoenix, AZ, waving at us!

Mom N' Me (Age 7)

My nightly ritual continued, asking God and Jesus for a sign. Sometimes I would ask them for a specific sign and I often got it. For example, I’d admonish, “If you’re really there, make my curtains move!” And they did!

Nevertheless, I wanted something a little more obvious, unmistakable. Perhaps, the air conditioner was making my curtains move? I prayed.

One Wednesday afternoon, Mom and I went to the church so she could rehearse her solo for the next Sunday. The organist, Marie, was there before we arrived and the three of us moved to the front pew. My mother and Marie, at the organ, began the rehearsal. I was drawing pictures on a sketch pad, and periodically looking up to the large brown cross hovering over the altar above the pulpit.

It was a good time to talk to God and repeat my prayer for a sign.

About that time, a huge breeze swept up the aisle between the pews and whipped my hair into my face. An impossibility as we were far into the church, and the only doors were too far way to create such a huge gush of air.

Nevertheless, I thought Mom and Marie had felt it too. I figured they must’ve noticed; it was so strong! I also thought the minister had come in and somehow created the wind tunnel.

As I, alone, turned to see where the wind came from, at the back pew I saw an angel!!!

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She, at least that’s what I assumed, was floating several inches above the ground; looking up at the cross and going towards it. She was completely white from head to toe with a flowing gown and glistening white all around her. Not really wings, more like a gossamer aura encompassing her whole being. In her clasped hands, she held a candle with a flickering pure white flame.

I was staring, in awe, at her. I felt paralyzed. Inside my mind, my mother warned me about doubting saying it wasn’t right. Part of me thought God was punishing me by scaring me so much.

As that thought crossed my mind, though, the gentle and beautiful angel looked at me, smiled at me with a nod of her head and the message I heard in the Christmas story came into my whole body. “Be not afraid, my child.”

Immediately, I could move again and a tremendous feeling of love and peace came over me. My angel continued on her journey toward the cross and disappeared just above the pulpit.

I put my head against my mother’s comforting shoulder and cried . . . for happiness. I now had complete faith. I knew I was not alone and am protected and guided.

It took a while to tell my mother the whole story as I was in a blissful place for a day or two. When I told her about my angel, she believed me. It made me happy as I had often been scolded for having too big of an “imagination” and often buzzing out in school to daydream. It was incredible to be believed and accepted for my gifts, when that wasn’t always the case.

My mother or Marie did not see or feel anything. My mother, to this day, tells me that the angel was there for me and that is why only I was able to see her. Yet, she still believes me!

A blessing indeed!

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Day Seventy-Seven (77): Dreams Actualized

Day Seventy-Seven (77): Sunday, May 16th, 2010

77) Babylonians Used The Law of Attraction

A Babylonian named Hammurabi (1792-1750 B.C.) deeply desired to unify the scattered cities of Babylon into some kind of cohesive empire. He formulated a group of laws that came to be known as the Hammurabi Code. The Code contains two hundred and eighty-two laws that were forerunners to tort law. Hammurabi’s system was fair and clearly articulated and most importantly, made possible the manifestation of his deepest desire, the unification of Babylonia. With his dream actualized, Hammurabi led the ancient Babylonians into a positive and productive period that scholars refer to as Babylon’s golden age. Some Law of Attraction teachers say the ancient Babylonians understood the law, and their collective consciousness set up positive vibration for good things to come to them.

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From her book: 365 Ways To Live The Law of Attraction

Since the details of this actual day have eluded me . . . because I didn’t keep track. I’ll tell you about my history of living the Law of Attraction.

It began long before I was aware of the term “law of attraction” — perhaps before many were aware of the term?! It certainly has become more commonly used since the release of The Secret.

My first real note of this “magical” idea of making your dreams come true with techniques, came into my conscious mind as early as two or three-years-old.

I remember, quite vividly, having dreams of items I wanted or a cousin I wanted to visit me. In the dream, I recall thinking “I know I’m dreaming; but, if I hold on tight enough to this item or person; I can make it or him/her appear in my awake life.

Did it work? Well, it did! I really do remember dreaming of a toy called SEE AND SAY, where you spin the little dial to an animal, i.e. a cow…when you let go, it made the sound of a cow. I adored that toy and didn’t have one at the time (I was about 2-years-old). That Christmas, or soon after the dream, I received the toy!

I also recall, a little later . . . around the age of 8 or 9-years-old, still holding the belief: I dreamt of visiting one of my favorite cousins, in Florida. In the dream, I grabbed her wrist and told her to hold on to my wrist, too. And when I woke up, it would happen in real life. Now, this wasn’t instant gratification. Nevertheless, it had been a couple of years since my family took vacation. That summer, without me talking about my dream; Dad, Mom, Vince and I went across country (from Arizona) to Florida. And there was my cousin, lots of them, actually! Still, the one I most wanted to see.

My next recollection of purposely aiming to “create my own reality” was in my teens. I read a book called CyberCybernetics. Which, I have come to learn, only about ten or fifteen years ago, is from the Scientologists (!). Nonetheless, I read the book for learning and not to join any group. I was 15-years-old.

The book spoke about imagining what you want . . . just imagining it, even if you’ve never done it before. I applied this “magic” idea to my high school choir. I was considered a good singer, but quiet. And I never got any solo’s because I didn’t sing loud enough and my voice was considered thin. So, I imagined I had this big voice like my mother or Andrea McArdle (who had starred on Broadway as “Annie”). I imagined everyone complimenting me and loving my ‘new’ voice, with its richness and my talent.

A couple of months later, as I imagined this and still sang in our choir. Mr. Washburn, our choir director, was looking for another soloist, for a verse in a song (or something). He would audition us, right there in class. I sang out, as I had imagined. Not like Andrea McArdle (my voice is still lighter than her, or was, for years); but stronger and louder than usual, for me.

That year, at the choir awards ceremony, I won a great award: MOST IMPROVED SINGER!

This started my curiosity of all things that were, to me, magical and started utilizing every from imagination to telepathy and other esoteric ideas. Eventually leading me to books such as: Creative Visualization by Shakti Gawain and Your Erroneous Zones by Dr. Wayne Dyer.

Little did I know then, how this would span out the rest of my life and lead to the Law of Attraction and manifesting many of my dreams, dreamt early on.

Between the ages of 8 to 10, at our church, West Congregational Church, we had the “offering” envelopes. The flap made the back of them look like a stage. I used to draw a stage and a sketch of myself performing (acting/singing) on those stages. Now, here I am some thirty-something years later; living my life and since my childhood have been acting on stages across the country!

Many of my early dreams have come true. Those I only imagined, at first.

There are times, like everyone else, I feel like I’m not successful. Yet, when I re-visit my early years; I realize many of my long-held and strongest dreams have come true.

There are few, which may or may not actualize . . . marriage, children or owning a house. Yet, I trust the Universe knows what I really want or need. I do know, I always wanted to act and sing on stage; more than anything.

I met my favorite actor and even got to know him a little. That was another very strong dream.

Soon, I will write about how all those dreams came true, too. My road to living the law of attraction.

Love, Light & Laughter,

Angela Theresa