A friend of mine was driving upstate today. He texted me that the roads were icy. I texted back telling him his angels would surround him and carry him there safely. Shortly after, I checked my email. In my daily om, a story was attached. A story about Michael, the archangel. Today is my brother Michael's birthday. He would have been 61 years old. 2 days after his sudden death back in 1995, I opened the gift under my tree from him. A box of note cards with angels on them. Do I believe in angels? Recently, I have been seeing images. As I sit and stare through 2 doors at a blank wall, I've seen black and white images forming through a billowing cloud. These images began with figures of humans. They became my ancestors. Once, it appeared as if I was flying over the earth inches from it. Was I hallucinating? No, I don't do drugs. It was the middle of day at work. Fascinating. The images I saw brought great comfort with a feeling of being surrounded in the present with the past.
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