My magical niece Samantha continues to amaze me. Last night she handed me a piece of paper on which she had written the names of her angels.
4 angels who watch over her.
Of course, I wanted to know how she knew their names. Sometimes her answers to these metaphysical questions are very vague while at other times they are so matter of fact "duh" that I feel silly for even having asked. But for this question she simply said "They told me".
According to her, the angels Kyle, Simon, Lennon and Joshua are with her during the night and if she pretends she is asleep she can catch a glimpse of them. They only tell her their names - no other conversation occurs.
I asked her if everyone has their own angels. Her reply, "Yes". However, according to her, your angels rotate and move on to help others. So the four angels who watch over her today may or may not be the same four next week. The angels are there for many reasons including to "protect me from the bad angels" (fallen angels?).
I asked her how I could find out the names of my angels and she said I could ask. As I lay on the futon last night I did just that. I opened up my mind to this question and let the answers come uncensored. Several interesting names came to me but when I awoke this morning only one name stuck out; Tony!
Tony does not seem to be an angelic name to me. I told Sammy this morning that I asked my angels to tell me their names but could only remember one name. I expressed doubt about an angel named Tony.
Gary: I don't think there is an angel named Tony. Don't you think that is a weird name for an angel.
Samantha: No, that's not strange.
Gary: Oh, okay.
What does one say after that?
She is so matter of fact about all of this. It seems as natural to her as a blue sky and green grass.
The extraordinary aspect of this is that her family are not church going folk. Good and bad angels? How would she know about this unless she knew about this, you know?
Give it a try tonight. Ask your angels to reveal themselves to you by name and let me know what names come to you. Utterly astonishing.
Update: My sister, Jennifer, recently asked Samantha to describe one of her many angels and Sammy told about the angel Raphael. She said he was a teenager with long hair and was holding something like a sword or an ax. So, Jennifer Googled 'angel Raphael' and discovered that Raphael is the archangel of healing. Given the fact that Sammy is a self professed healer (she recently healed her kindergarten teacher and has great confidence in her ability) the coincidence was rather amazing. That coupled with the fact that he is described as "a young man carrying a staff" is cause for goosebumps.
One of the images I found when I Googled 'the archangel of healing' was the picture on the right of Raphael guiding children safely across a bridge. This is one of my favorite images and I have a copy of it hanging in the bedroom.