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Copyright © 1996 by Jennifer Morse
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Twelve Star Publishing, P.O. Box 123, Jefferson, MD 21755
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Copyright © 1996 by Jennifer Morse
All rights reserved. Inquiries should be addressed to
Twelve Star Publishing, P.O. Box 123, Jefferson, MD 21755
As a child I encountered angels regularly. I used to walk
through the living room and check the corner by the ceiling to
make sure they were there. I thought of them as my friends and
felt protected by their presence. I don't know when I stopped
seeing them; I can only guess that the fear and violence that
permeated our home shut down my ability to perceive them.
As I began to reclaim my spiritual journey, a friend who was worried
about me gave me the book Medicine Woman by Lynn B. Andrews.
As Lynn described the ancient women's teachings that were at the
heart of her spiritual journey, I felt I had come home.
Eight years ago I began an apprenticeship with Lynn. I have had
the privilege of meeting many sovereign beings. But, as I was
not exploring a Christian reflection of Godness, I was completely
surprised one day to find myself face to face with an angel. My
meeting with an angelic presence was slightly different from a
shamanic journey, where you prepare yourself to move into the
higher dimension of Creation through a meditation or visualization.
This occurrence was a spontaneous happening, for which I was totally
unprepared.
I was caught between the pain of ending an abusive relationship
and the relief of a safe harbor for myself and my not-quite-two-year-old
son. But something in me could not get over the wrenching disappointment
of a failed marriage.
Early one morning I was awakened by an image of a white tourbillion,
a spiral vortex of energy. I was being drawn into the center of
the swirling force, and I felt scared. I struggled to open my
eyes, but I was still being drawn inward. I was heading for the
center of that vortex. Finally I surrendered, picking up extraordinary
speed, and landed with a jolt on the other side of a brilliant
white light.
A woman stood in front of me, beaming with radiance and clarity,
greeting me by vibrating the cells of my body. She seemed constructed
from transparent layers of light, and there was a sense of yielding
to her, a softness that blurred the edges of her form. She shimmered
with electricity, and when I focused on her, currents of energy
passed through me. She was like nothing I had ever seen, either
in person or in spirit, and I blinked my eyes several times wondering
if she was really there.
"You are granted one wish," she communicated in her
wordless fashion. I thought I heard a cascade of bells through
which her message was somehow transmitted. I stood dumbfounded.
Then, as if someone was encouraging me to speak, I told her, "I
want a healthy, loving family with my son Gregory, a loving mate,
and any other children we might conceive."
"So it is," she told me. My mind snapped back, and I
was lying in my bed, wide awake.
I got out of bed and tiptoed into Gregory's room, and watched
him sleep for a moment. I breathed deeply, appreciating his innocence.
Then I moved to the kitchen with a mission. I wanted to fashion
this angel-woman in the form of a doll, so that I might stay connected
to her.
I took out a roll of Saran Wrap, and pulled layers upon layers,
shaping arms and legs and torso. When I was finished I placed
her on the part of my altar that was devoted to spirit.
The first time I prayed to my angel before bedtime my inner child's
heart whispered, "I wonder if she is real. Is it possible
that she could make our wish come true?"
Within the cascade of bells I heard the whisper, "Yes, it
is possible." And I drifted off to sleep.
Although I utilized the gift of this vision shamanically by making
a fetish to represent the angel, I was very clear that she came
from the angelic realm. This is where Shamanism and many forms
of spirituality cross over. Because Shamanism does not create
artificial boundaries, it allows an angelic visitation to be incorporated
into interaction, prayer, and altar work. I often look at her
with wonder, knowing she was a great comforter, encouraging me
during a time of enormous pain.
A year and a half later her gift came true, and I met a loving
man who became my husband. With the blessing of the angelic realm
we daily reflect her prophesy.
Jennifer Morse is the author of Apprentice
to Power, about her Shamanic studies with Lynn B. Andrews.
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